“Well that's too bad, because this is an assassination.""No, this is an execution.""The difference would be...?""Assassination is murder. Execution is justice.”

“That's because Tod never brings anything but death and bad advice," I snapped. "That's not true." Tod tried to grin, "Sometimes I bring pizza.”

“Your wife is psychotic.""Michaela is just angry. Anger does fascinating things to a woman - not two react the same.""Yeah, well, she's overreacting. With a knife."He nodded with a small, almost nostalgic smile. "It was my wedding gift to her. The handle is ivory."Sick bastard. "Well, at least my murder weapon will have sentimental value.""That's actually an honour, you know.""I'll keep that in mind as my life flashes before my eyes.”

“I got more than I bargained for with him, too. Much more. I know he’s completely different now, but he was really nice and funny when he was human. But apparently his manners didn’t survive the transition.” Marc smiled. “Yeah, well , yours didn’t survive puberty, so you can’t really talk.”

“Justice is for the victim.” Kick. “Vengeance is for the survivor.”

“His name's Nash."Aunt Val took a butter knife from the silverware drawer. "What year is he?"I groaned inwardly. "Senior." ...here we go ...Her smile was a little too enthusiastic. "Well that's wonderful!"Of course, what she really meant was "Rise from the shadows, social leper, and walk in the bright light of acceptance!”

“This isn't about you...." "Well, it should be!" he shouted, and I flinched. "Everything I do is about you, and I want the reverse to be true, too." I wiped more tears, my throat aching with words that would only make this worse. "What, you need a reminder? That's what he was doing, right? And now you smell like him. You probably taste like him. You should taste like me..." He was on me before I could even catch my breath...”