“I'm tempting you with fine gifts until your girlish ideals are quite worn away and you are at my mercy.”
“Being a child is such a shining gift, yet we don't know how precious it is until it's worn out and gone away.”
“Mercy," said my mother thoughtfully, "you never told me your werewolf neighbor was quite that hot.”
“Were you tempted?" "Of course not! Kate would slit my throat." "I'm not talking about what Kate would do to you if you strayed, although I'm of the opinion that she would not start at your throat.”
“I'm done talking to you for today, my chips are worn out.~Roc”
“I'm quite happy for that smile, because Dad told me once you should be grateful for the gifts that are the rarest.”