You've turned into quite a bossy little thing," Myrnin said. "I think I might like it.

shane:you only love me for my abs clair:shut up loser shift off

God is forgiving or we would not still be walking this world. But to be moral is not to need his divine forgiveness, I think.

Glad it was you and not me," Shane said, and offered Myrin a hand up. "Any brain damage?" "Since the bullet actually passed through his brain, then yes, idiot boy, there's certainly brain damage," Oliver said. "It will pass. His brain's the least fragile thing about him." "You say the nicest things," Myrin said. He was slurring his words, and he threw an arm around Oliver's neck. "Marry me.

But – Michael, you said you didn’t know Oliver, and–” “I didn’t, until he killed me. We were never formally introduced.

Why did you destroy Manny's office, then?" "I--can't breathe--" "That is the point of choking you," I pointed out. "Haste, please, if you want to live." -Cassiel

Saint Claire, the patron saint of the kick-me sign.