“Traffic in Joburg is like the democratic process. Every time you think it's going to get moving and take you somewhere, you hit another jam.”

“I'm going to take you somewhere and kiss you until you can't think or move or breathe.”

“It's not how hard you hit. It's how hard you get hit...and keep moving forward.”

“He's hot like, the kind of hot that makes you stop walking on the street and get hit by traffic.”

“It's funny how you take things like electricity for granted. You hit the button that turns everything on and it just comes on. You get used to that and it just works every single time. So what happens when it suddenly doesn't? things very well could get messy.”

“The next time? Oh, my dear Eliza, you're not going to carry on with this, are you? The Faceless Ones had their chance. They returned and they were sent away again. It's time to move on. Time to take up another hobby, like crocheting, or serial killing.”