“What’s next? The size of my cock?” “Hey, even pencils can get the job done—I’ve heard the moaning from your room to prove it.”

“Listen to me. You have the fashion sense of a park bench and the interpersonal skills of a meat cleaver--""Is this supposed to be helping?""Let me finish--""What's next? The size of my cock?""Hey, even pencils can get the job done--I've heard the moaning from your room to prove it.”

“Next time you think of me like that , say my name when you come. It'll get you off even better.”

“For shit’s sake, it wasn’t like there was a twelve-step for being the Scribe Virgin’s kid:Hi, I’m Vishous. I’m her son and I’ve been her son for three hundred years.HI, VISHOUS.She’s done a head job on me again, and I’m trying not to go to the Other Side and scream bloody murder at her.WE UNDERSTAND, VISHOUS.And on the bloody note, I’d like to dig up my father and kill him all over again, but I can’t. So I’m just going to try to keep my sister alive even though she’s paralyzed, and attempt to fight the urge to find some pain so I can deal with this Payne.YOU’RE A STRAIGHT-UP PUSSY, VISHOUS, BUT WE SUPPORT YOUR SORRY ASS.”

“Hey, no offense, but do you mind if you put both your palms where I can see ’em?”

“Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn't yours.-Phury's thoughts”

“My name’s Lassiter, and I’ll tell you all you need to know about me. I’m an angel first and a sinner second, and I’m not here for long. I’ll never hurt you, but I’m prepared to make you pretty goddamn uncomfortable if I have to, to get my job done. I like sunsets and long walks on the beach, but my perfect female no longer exists. Oh, and my favorite hobby is annoying the shit out of people. Guess I’m just bred to want to get a rise out of folks—probably the whole resurrection thing.”