Nick, fetch my car, fetch my clothes, sweep the chimney, make my bed, watch my psychopath, fetch my slippers.

Don’t worry. It’ll never happen again. You know me, I do date occasionally, but I usually spend at least a few normal, boring days with a guy before we rock the house down. Of course, no one ever rocked my house down the way this guy did. He leveled the mother to its foundations. (Sunshine)

Yeah, it’s me, but I like to think I looked better when we met. ‘Cause right now, I’m pretty much hogging all the ugly. (Nick)

Marriage and friendship were built on trust and loyalty. Not deceit and lies. Love could only be given. It could never be demanded.

Should I ask about the handcuffs? (Tate) Not unless you want to live...otherwise if anyone asks, tell them I died of a heart attack during a wild sexcapade with her. (Kyrian)

She couldn’t very well let him join her in bed like that. Sure you could. No I can’t. Please? Hush, self, let me think.’ (Grace)

What kind of life have you lived little one? Where fair has anything to do with it? Life and death just are. Fair has nothing to do with it.