“Angel: And what will you do with the world, once it is yours?'N. Hob: 'Punish it, for not loving me.”

“Your guardian angel loves you. You are precious to it. You are the most important person in the world to this angel.”

“What are you gonna do, angel face? Stab me with your eyebrow pencil?”

“There’s no love lost between Hob and high-Lammer. The Hobs work our factories, sail our ships, wash our clothes. They are the beetle-back on which our city is built. And they do not have a gentle love for us.”

“You said that love could not be feigned and could not be stolen" she said passionately. "And now you say I am to be your queen. And yet you imprison me and give me no freedom. You know what it is like to be caged, It is a death. You tell me I cannot hide from you and yet you punish me for hiding.You say you do not want me to fear you and you treat me like I am a slave. Forgive me my Lord"-and here she bowed her head sadly, contrite and meek-"I don not understand why you are punishing me for something you say I cannot do. I do not understand your love, if this is the love you offer me.”

“I'd rather be in Forks? I shop the HOB? What do these even mean?!”