“Because it's good for nothing," I said. keeping my eyes on Tommy. "Because one worthless piece of shit deserves another.”

“Jude," I said, biting my lip. "I just can't. I can't do this." His expression darkened. "I know I don't deserve a second, or third, or whatever the hell this is chance, but you and I have something special, Luce, and you know it. Give me another chance, one more chance, and I'll walk a line so straight people will think I've been possessed." God I wanted to look away from those eyes, but I just couldn't. They were impossible to ignore. "One more chance. Not because I deserve it, but because we deserve one.”

“He must have caught my vibe because his eyes cut to me then he said into his phone, “Kia’s about to have a shit fit or a breakdown. I gotta be available for either one.”

“I do not feel obliged in my reading. I read to be entertained and to relax, and to go into another world, not because it's good for me.”

“Each piece of glass is another piece of myself I gave to him. It's too bad I didn't keep any pieces for myself.”

“I wasn't crying, my eyes were running. My eyes were running because there were pieces of zombies all over my toys. Jesus.”