“Bring mine unopened, with a napkin and an opener. (Blaine)What? Afraid I’m going to spit in it, big boy? (Aimee)”

“It’s a Belgian beer, sweetie. Please tell me you’ve at least heard of it. (Blaine)Boy, I was born in Brussels and the last time I checked, this was my new homeland, America, not my birthplace. So you can either order an American-made beer or I’ll bring you water and you can sit there and act all superior until you puke, okay? (Aimee)”

“The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now”

“I’m afraid she’ll look at him in someway that she doesn’t look at me. I’m afraid that when I go to bed at night I’ll still be wondering. I’m always afraid. Is that what love is—fear?”

“You don't go after what's mine. Now be a good boy and gut yourself." -Xhex, Lover Mine.”

“Are you ever afraid to go to sleep? Afraid of what comes next?”He smiles a sad little smile and I swear it’s like he knows. “Sometimes I’m afraid of what I’m leaving behind,” he says.”