“...For like a rugged tree you are hard and sound at the core.”
“That’s hard core, Gin,” Finn replied. “Very hard core. Kind of kinky too.” A grim smile tightened my lips. “That’s me. Gin Blanco. Hard core and kinky to the bitter end.”
“This grimoire was written in the language of angels.""Shouldn't that be,like, harp music or chanting, and not hard-core hieroglyphics?”
“One who is snug as a bug in a rug snuggles up like a bug in a rug.”
“I hear phonetically on the phone. Toiletries sounds like toilet trees to me.”
“I ought to have awesome core strength, you know, because this balancing thing is hard work.”