“So what were your favorite subjects in school?""School?" He leaned back in his chair as though he needed the extra space to think about it. "Probably math. It always made sense. Unlike English, economics, and girls.""And exactly how do you plan on taking over the free world if you don't understand economics?""I'll hire advisers. I'll hire you, in fact.""Okay. Let me know when your army of junior high zombies is ready.”

“Let me kiss you.” Qhuinn groaned as he leaned in. “I know I don't deserve it, but please ... it's what you can do for me. Let me feel you....”Qhuinn's mouth brushed his own. Came back for more. Lingered.“I'll beg for it.” More with the caress of those devastating lips. “If that’s what it takes. I don't give a fuck, I'll beg...”

“Learn some manners or I'll email the whole high school about how small your dick is - because we both know that I'm aware of exactly how small it is.""Whore," he muttered, shooting Chloe a filthy glare over his shoulder."Ha. You might have better luck with a whore, actually. Me You couldn't pay me to bang you again. Dick's too minuscule to keep a lady satisfied.”

“How did you find me?" he said, anger creasing his brow.I pushed his hair back to run a finger over the scar Al had given him. "How do you think? He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you're awake."From the corner, Al shifted his tune. "So be good, or I'll rip your fucking head off”

“You know what happens when you give a kid a calculator instead of teaching him math?""I think you need my help." I cross my arms. "You know what happens when you give a kid a calculator instead of teaching him math?"He tilts his head, his eyes fetchingly bright."Sure he can do math that way," I continue, "but then if you take the calculator from him, suddenly he can't do any math at all, because he'slearned to rely on the calculator. Your power lets you look at people and see exactly what it takes to make them tick. Or crumble. But withoutyour power, you don't get people.”

“I think that people don't know how to do anything anymore. My father was a janitor. He could take a car apart and put it back together. He could build a house in the back yard. Today, if you ask people what they know, they say, 'I know how to hire someone.”