He’s like the Rasputin of reapers.
I should have mixed something stronger than Coke floats.
Whatever your weakness, there’s a hellion to exploit it.
The dead have a way of becoming saints in the eyes of their survivors.
Of every moment I've ever not-lived through, this one is the best
Yeah. She wants him back and has decided I'm in her way. But I have news for that little sleep-terrorist--it's going to take more than a couple of bad dreams to scare me off, so I hope she has something bigger up her sleeve.