“Here, I’ll show you how to use it. Let me see your foot.”“That’s a pretty intimate demand in the angel world. It usually takes dinner, some wine, and sparkling conversation for me to give up my feet.”

“Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your streets, you pretty town I loved you so much, you sad flower in the sand, you pretty town!”

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, it shows?”Before Jude could answer, Brenna was up, pacing, knocking the heels of her hands against the sides of her, moaning out curses. “I’ll have to move away, leave my family. I can go to the west counties. I have some people, on my mother’s side, in Galway. No, no, that’s not far enough. I’ll have to leave the country entirely. I’ll go to Chicago and stay with your granny until I get on me feet. She’ll take me in, won’t she?”

“Our circumstances are unusual and we come from different worlds, but if you’ll let me, I’ll take you to the gates of heaven. I’ll love your body and give you pleasure that you never thought possible.”

“I do have some leftover chicken and pasta. (Grace)And wine?...That’s acceptable (Julian)Look, buster, I’m not your cooking wench. Mess with me and I’ll feed you Alpo. (Grace)”

“Won't you let me take you for a ride.You can stop the world, try to change my mind. Won't you let me show you how it feels. You can stop the world, but you won't change me. I need music." -"Bleed”