“You can hear my dreams? God, you must never get any quiet. I'd be shooting myself in the head if I were you.”

“What has started you on this?" I asked. "We were talking about the holidays." "Los Angeles is not a safe place for a young woman alone. I feel it in my bones.""That's your arthritis, Aunt Sadie. Do you want me to get a gun? I'd probably shoot myself in the foot.""I'd rather you got married again.""That might be worse than shooting myself in the foot.”

“I can never remember my dreams," said the shadow of the Marquess quietly. "You must have had rich, tasty ones then. When you can't remember a dream, it's because a Baku ate it.”

“It’s quiet now. So quiet that you can almost hear other people’s dreams.”

“After my fight with the kunoichi, I thought I'd never hear from Whitley again, but he seemed to get a kick out of sending me Wish You Were Here postcards from around the world.”

“...my thoughts reach out like prayers to you - and if you are quiet, you can hear...”