“If I was on the road to Hell, at least I was going in style.”

“If I stay, they'll kill me... If I go, at least everything that wants me dead won't be taking it personally.”

“Hush, Harry. Or you'll go to the special hell."I blinked at that, confused. I'm not supposed to be the guy who doesn't get the reference joke, dammit.”

“You're one hell of a woman, Molly,” I said. “Thank you.”

“I have nightmares about hell, where all I do is add up numbers and try to have conversations with people like you.”

“How busy are you today?""Oh," he [Thomas] mused. "I don't know. I mean, I've got to get a new shirt now.""After that," I asked, "would you like to help me save the city? If you don't already have plans."He snorted. "You mean, would I like to follow you around, wondering what the hell is going on because you won't tell me everything, then get in a fight with something that is going to leave me in intensive care?""Uh-huh," I said, nodding, "pretty much.""Yeah," he said. "Okay.”

“The cold rain came down in buckets. I was shaking, shivering, and naked, and more soap was getting into my eyes. But hey. At least I was clean.”