My dear October, we are bound by an enchanted rose made from the hair of a Duchess, and my blood is covering your hand. You can learn anything you wish to know about me merely by licking you fingers." Tybalt laughed a little. "Yes, you may ask me a question.

Pronouns are only useful when you combine them with other words. I have a few I can give you, if you're at a loss.

The difference between the truth and a lie is that both of them can hurt, but only one will take the time to heal you afterward.

Do we have to have the 'don't lie to the telepath' talk again? It won't take long. I say 'don't lie to the telepath, it never works,' you glare at me, and then you go find something you can hit.

See, Quentin, that’s why you should wear a cup before trying to assassinate someone.

I wanted the truth, and I wanted the news, and I'd be damned before I settled for anything less.

I was still wearing my shoes. The staff was paid to wash the sheets after every visit, and by the point we left the field, I’d dressed and undressed so many times in the course of decontamination that I never wanted to remove my clothes again. I’d just wear them until they dissolved, and then spend the rest of my life naked.