“Since when had I become such a slave to security? Since when had my dream to be my own boss morphed into merely working for my dream boss?”

“That dream was still in my head, that crazy dream about Katie and me on Dumbo the elephant and Mr. Dees walking in the clouds. When I opened my mouth, the dream was on my tongue, as was the feeling that I'd had ever since--the sensation that sometimes life was so wonderful it was scary, not to be trusted.”

“And thus Bacchus turned Phyllis into his slave. She had become the lovely slave girl, Briseis, whom Achilles took as a war prize & whom Achilles had to yield to Agamemnon, his boss. Just as Phyllis was the prize that Eros found & whom Eros had to yield to Bacchus,his boss.[MMT]”

“You speak of giving up my dreams. Have you ever, since Maeve's coven split, had a dream? Have you ever had anything worth dying for?”

“So you're my boss now," I snap."Technically, I'm you're boss's boss's boss.""And technically, it's gross moral turpitude- the fact that i am fucking my boss's boss's boss.""At the moment, you're arguing with him." Christian scowls.”

“the dream had come again, like the sun after a storm. It was the same dream that had come many times before, battering down the doors of my mind night after night since i was a child. it was the sort of dreams all girls dream, i suppose- a dream of mysterious worlds and hidden doorways, of leaves that breathe and make music when they are rustled in the wind, and river that bubbles and froth with secrets.”