“I told you, I don't like to share."That made her grin. "I don't either. That part was never an act."~Trance/Rik”

“You look gorgeous, Elle, and you don't act like a gorgeous woman does.""I don't? How do I act?""You act like an angel. But you fuck like a deomon. Don't you.”

“You know, I've never really liked paying bills. I don't think I'm gonna do that, either.”

“I want you to stay. I never want there to be a time when we don't share space.”

“So we know she's safe and taken care of?" Daniel asked, and she nodded. "Good. Then why don't we do something that you want to do?""Like what?""I don't know. What do you like to do?""Um...." Her stomach rumbled, since crying always made her hungry. "I like eating breakfast.""That's so weird." Daniel grinned. "Because I like making French toast.""That works out, doesn't it?”

“Don't imagine you could ever take my place.' I told her I had never wanted to; I only wanted to occupy the one that was empty.”