“Isaiah rolled his eyes. "Good God. What a noble lot. You're all Spartacus, aren't you?”

“Good God. What a noble lot. You're all Spartacus, arnt you”

“Adrian rolled his eyes. "I'm kind of surprised to find you lecturing about underage girls.”

“I had an accident.""That seemes to happen a lot.""It wasn't my fault." "It never is." "I just have bad luck." "Or you're just trouble." "You got a problem with that?" "No problem at all." "Oh my God! Are you going to help or not?”

“None of us are meant to be or do anything," he said. "We decide what we're going to be. You told me once that there are no victims here, that we all have the power to choose what we want.""Don't try to use my own words against me," I warned."Why?" he asked, a slight smile on his lips. "They were damned good ones. You're not a victim. You're not a captive to that lily. You can be what you want. You can choose what you want.""You're right." I slipped away, finding no resistance from him at all. "And I don't choose you. That's what you're missing in all of this" - Sydney & Adrian, The Golden Lily”

“I've heard a lot about you, Rose. Don't worry. It was all good." "No, it wasn't.”

“You aren't afraid of throwing yourself in the path of danger, but you're terrified of letting anyone in.”