“It was nice of you to help that ungrateful little girl out.” Blake unloaded his belongings onto his bed.“Ah, I’ve got a soft spot for kids. They’re so fucking little.”

“I was so worried that you wouldn’t want to know me once you found out.” I signed, relief flooding through me.“Are you kidding me?” Xavier reached out and curled a lock of my hair around his finger. “Surely I’ve got to be the luckiest guy in the world.”“How do you figure that?”“Isn’t it obvious? I’ve got my own little piece of Heaven right here.”

“There are people who put their dreams in a little box and say, 'Yes, I’ve got dreams, of course I’ve got dreams.' Then they put the box away and bring it out once in awhile to look in it, and yep, they’re still there.”

“That's nice, isn't it?" Edith said. "That little kid is so trusting it's kind of holy, but if his trust were misplaced it would really be holy.”

“Why aren’t you fighting back?” Blake finally asked one night as Beckett lay on his bed.“I told you not to come the fuck out there, didn’t I?” Beckett hissed.“I like the woods,” Blake said. “I don’t like knowing what he does to you.”

“You are so beautiful in that little black dress.""Every girl should own a little black dress""Every boy should see his girl in one.”