“You haven’t even read me my rights. (Josie)Here’s your right. Open your mouth again and I’m going to pull your tongue over the back of your head. (Tee)”

“[Sam]: “… The moment your tongue met the head of my c#ck I almost fucking lost it right there. Just looking at you made me so hard.”“Like you are right now?”The hope in her tone made him smile. “Yes. Believe me, baby, I’m like steel for you and I only have a memory and your sexy voice to guide me.”

“So go ahead. Do it—open the book. See? You see me, right? And I see you. See? I am reading your face, your eyes, your lips. I know the sufferdust on your brow. I can see you reading and I can tell, too, when you are here, when you’re absent, what you’ve read and how it affects you. There is no more hiding. I see your chords—your fractures, your cold gifts, where and when you’ve hurt people and why. It’s all right there—your stories are written right there on your face!”

“I grabbed Sabine’s shoulder. “If you stick me again, I’m going to make your head my personal pin cushion.”

“You do not rehearse your praise, just do all right by yourself and go over big then, the world will sing your praise even without your approval.”

“Look, you runny-nosed little runt. You're going to back off right now, or I'm going to rip that safety pin out of your nose and pin your mouth shut.”