There is a god. Nothing as tragic and ridiculous as this world could have happened by random chance.

I am going down first. Of course you're going down first, you're the guy.

No battle was ever won by wholly sane men.

Thierry had no idea why they were called French doors. His native countrymen weren't stupid enough to put them in their homes.

“You have superpowers.” "I don't have supernerves,” she said, “so don't get on them.”

Yours is... il sent comme lavande." Is that French for 'You stink'?" It means 'lavender'." Huh." She sniffed at her wrist. "I thought I smelled more like a grape Popsicle.

You're a quiet, beautiful woman in a loud, ugly place. An orchid among weeds. You define obvious.