“He's no kind of gentleman.That's all right. I'm no kind of lady.”

“Do you know who I am, you sodding barn animal?" he hissed. The publican gurgled. "I'm Jack fucking Winter." Jack said, releasing him with a push that rattled clean glasses on the bar back.”

“In a platonic and boring fashion, is it all right if I share your fire until me clothes dry out? I have a feeling if I fall asleep damp I'll wake up with some horrid Victorian disease.”

“I don't care about lasting. I just want right now.”

“You can't give up on me. If you give up, then I'm going to break into a million pieces.I'm here. I'll give you everything I've got.”

“There are seventeen madhouses in the city of Lovecraft. I've visited all of them.”

“Regardless of the shape he took, Cal had a nearly endless capacity for worrywarting.”