“Fuck your manners.""You don't have to settle for just my manners.”

“There are two things about me you should know. Don't fight me, unless you're prepared to kill me. And don't kiss me, unless you're prepared to fuck me.”

“Don't tell me it's going to fucking be okay! I am not okay with being that fucker's pinata!”

“I'm not going to force you into anything you don't want. But I'm also not going to take a vow of chastity and pine away for you, or whatever the hell it is that men do in romance novels these days. I have needs. I'd rather satisfy them with you, but if you don't want me I suppose I'll just have to find someone else. Might take me a while, but I'll make do. I always have before.”

“I had a fucking standing ovation going on in my goddamn pants, and it was demanding an encore.”

“You are my star and you have made me see,” he tells her, “and I am the air beneath your wings, never rending, never ending.”

“You think you fucking know me? I'm an assassin. I kill people for a living. Good people, bad people, it makes no difference to me as long as I get paid." I spoke slowly, giving each word time to sink in. "And that girl you just sold out? She's the only thing in this world that makes me even remotely human.”