“What anyone thinks of you is none of your business.”

“The right to bear arms doesn't mean the right to bear weapons of mass destruction.”

“Whether I’m working a street corner or a market stall, well, that’s none of their business unless they’re buying. The anonymity is comfortable, like going around draped in magic, hidden from view.”

“Say what you think; think what you mean.”

“Do you think I don’t care what happens to her?” He shakes his head. “No. I just think that you’ve forgotten what it’s like to have a friend instead of an agenda.” “Fuck off then,” Dash says. His anger is back, controlled, focused. “I hope you find her, but if you don’t, I won’t mourn either of you.” “I never expected it.” Verrel’s mouth twists in an awful parody of a smile. “I hope your scheme works, Dash, and that you get whatever it is you want.”

“I think it’s just the whole package. I can’t pick you apart. I just love all of you. I think I always have.”

“When you choose a man who thinks eight seconds is a long time, perhaps you need two of them. Hmm?”