If you leave, we lose and our pasts win.

Angel, getting you off is ninety-nine percent of the fun for me.

Because of you, the world makes sense to me in a way it didn't before. I have a place now, with you.

He caught me to him, his arms banded tight around me. His face pressed into my throat. "Where do we go from here?" I held him. "Wherever this takes us. Together.

I'd rather argue with you, angel, then laugh with anyone else.

The thing about nightmares was that you couldn't prepare for them. They sneaked up on you when you were most vulnerable.

You've got to have as many good times as bad, or it all becomes too painful and too much work.