Screw you," I told him in a low voice. "Are you offering?” "From what I've heard, there isn't much to screw," I shot back.

You kill me, Rose," he said melodramatically. "Every day is agony without you. Empty. Alone. I pine for you, wondering if you're even still alive.

... imperfection would get me farther than perfection.

Slushes. Do you know how much I love those? Cherry, especially.

You're strong—you're so, so strong. It's why I love you.

I know how devastated you must be to miss me, but leave a message, and I'll try to ease your agony

He's an angel. Isn't he supposed to love everyone, even the damned? Especially when said damned are his drinking buddies.