You were right,” she said. “You were always right, about everything. And I will always love you, Sam. Forever.

I stopped in the full force of a patch of sunlight in the lobby window and let my skin soak up the energy. I hadn’t realized I needed it until it reached inside and stilled me in a way that only David’s touch had been able to achieve. “Why does that feel so good?” I asked. “And don’t tell me it’s because we’ve been shut in a room for days.” “Like calls to like,” he said. “You’re made of fire now.” “So I’m going to feel like this every time I pass an open flame? Great. Firegasm.

...will you be so kind as to provide me with a few places where I might look for a murderer?" "The mirror's a great place to start

Trav, if you cross us -- " "I know. You'll get me. I'll try not to pee all over myself in terror.

Oh, try not to sound so much like Mom—you don’t have the ovaries" (Monica Morrell - Last Breath)

Shane? Thank God, somebody sane. Well, sane-ish.

It's a good thing I've got to live with you two or I'd be putting this on YouTube later. And mocking you