“Forgive me, Old One." Vaughn stifled a yawn. "Is there a point to this bedtime story?"Rhys picked up the fork from Vaughn's plate and drove it into his brother's thigh. "There. I've made four points for him.”

“Life after love was possible. I was proof. Loss taught you about yourself, burrowed in the dark parts of your soul and ate you from the inside out.”

“She snorted. “Talking doesn’t leave my kitchen six inches underwater. Talking doesn’t leave two full-grown demons soaking wet. Unless you were both pretending to be mermaids trying to perfect freshwater communication in my sink, I fail to see how talking had anything to do with whatever you two were up to.”

“I'm staking out the bathroom to see if I can pick up chicks," he told her. "See? It worked.”

“Winners will be losers if they don't support the losers.”

“Don't put down too many roots in terms of a domicile. I have lived in four countries and I think my life as a writer and our family's life have been enriched by this. I think a writer has to experience new environments. There is that adage: No man can really succeed if he doesn't move away from where he was born. I believe it is particularly true for the writer.”

“I really hope he shapes up, you know? He’s got a good head on his shoulders when he’s not trying to give himself alcohol poisoning.”