“It’s sweet. All this trouble for a kitty.”

“We’re all dying, Cassel. It’s just that some of us are dying faster than others.”

“No trouble ever got fixed late at night," he said. "Midnight is for regrets.”

“Ah coffee. The sweet balm by which we shall accomplish today's tasks.”

“Pet the cat dude," says Sam. "She brought you a present. She wants you to tell her how badass she is." "You are a tiny tiny killing machine." Daneca coos. "What's she doing?" I ask. "Purring!" says Daneca. She sounds delighted. "Good kitty. Who's an amazing killing machine? That's right. You are! You are a brutal brutal tiny lion! Yes, you are.”

“She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she’ll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.”

“You in trouble?” Sam asks. The way he says it, I wonder if he’s thinking about how to get out of here if I am.”