“If there are junk yards in hell, love is the dog that guards the gates.”

“If you think you can just scare the crap out of me and walk home like nothing happened you are very wrong, mister." Cassie's voice, although steady, was now seething with anger. "What the hell happened out there, Trevor!?"Trevor checked his surroundings, crawled closer to the gate, and popped his head around the corner of the wall to check the house. Again, loud growls echoed in his ears and the gate shook under weight of a body butting up against it. The dogs were right in his face doing what they were trained to do—guard the property."Dogs, Cassie...big dogs happened.”

“It's common to go from 'crashing the gate' to guarding it.”

“Each of us guard a gate of change that can only be opened from the inside.”

“The gates of Hell are terrible to behold, are they not?”

“The Gates of Heaven and the Gates of Hell are the same gates. It just depends which side you're standing on when you walk through.”