“From who?” “From whom, I believe is the correct phrasing.” “All right, from-the-fuck-whom, Ms. Lane?”

“You had something. What was it?" he demanded."An alcohol-laced kiss," I said tightly. "Two, to be precise.""From who?""From whom,I believe is the correct phrasing.""All right, from-the-fuck-whom, Ms. Lane?"Mac and Barrons”

“He is not truly patient who will only suffer as far as seems right to him and from whom he pleases. The truly patient man considers not by whom he is tried, one above him, or by an equal, or by an inferior, whether by a good and holy man or by a perverse and unworthy, but from every creature. He gratefully accepts all from the hand of God and counts it gain.”

“We fucked, Ms. Lane. Even cockroaches fuck. They eat each other, too.”

“I told you, Ms. Lane, never believe anything is dead-""- I know, I know, until you've 'burned it, poked around in its ashes, and then waited a day or two to see if anything rises from them.”

“Don't celebrate yet, Ms. Lane. Don't believe anything is dead until you've burned it, poked around in its ashes, and then waited a day or two to see if anything rises from them.”