I just . . . knew, the way you know how to breathe or to pull your hand back from a hot stove.

I should start charging uncomfortable thoughts rent. Except what would they pay me in? Probably something even worse.

What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure.

Graves: Are you skipping? Off to a good start. Dru Anderson: I don’t want to deal with it today. Graves: Okay. I know a place to go. You shoot pool? I’m Graves. Dru Anderson: I know. Dru. Graves: Dru. You’re new. Couple of weeks, right? Welcome to Foley.

His eyes were green chips of flame, and the growl was so thick it blurred the air around him, the sound of a very pissed off skinchanger.

There was a hole inside her, and it twisted.

Really, I scolded myself, you should have known that you'd end up in a stone dungeon with no facilities. That's how these things always end up, isn't it?