I don't need anything to get high. I'm high on life.

This is college?' Schyler asked. 'or Downton Abbey?

Bonds are made to be broken," he said. "Just like rules.

Jack leaped over the gate, his sword aflame. To vanquish his foe and rescue his love.

HE was standing across the street, staring at her with a look of shock and dismay. One look in Oliver's eyes and she knew he knew. But how? How could he have known? The'd been so careful to keep their love a secret. The grief etched all over his face was too much to bear. Schuyler felt the words catch in her throat as she crossed the stree to stand in front of him. "Ollie...it's not..." Oliver shot her a look of pure hatred, turned on his heel and began to run away. "OLIVER, please,let me explain.

Do not cry for me, Azrael. Do not waste your tears. You made your decision. And this is mine. Sacrifice seems to be my destiny. A funny thing for a selfish man, isn't it? They always called me weak back then.

And Kingsley being Kingsley, he smiled as he pretended to pull the trigger.