All of his life had been about making sure I kept mine.

You're so very good at that. The temper, the scowl. You must drink shots of testosterone in your morning coffee.

What're you still doing up? You know all good little ninjas should be in bed, visions of homicidal sugarplums dancing in their heads.

They don't have to choose either/or. They can have their cake and mutilate it too.

You're the little spoon, aren't you?

There are a lot of truths in this world. When it rains it pours. It's always darkest before the dawn. He who smelt it dealt it.

Pick up your clothes. I am not your maid. How do I know this? A maid cannot kill you with a tube sock. I can.