“I want to drink you and then f*ck your corpse for three days!”

“If you can't eat it, drink it, smoke it, or snort it... then f*ck it!”

“Oh, I don’t want to pat you on the head Faerie....I want to f*ck your mouth”

“I drink blood, you eat tacos, get the f*ck over it!" -Michel Glass”

“And you don’t want to be involved with my people, Max. They’re the type to bleed you dry and leave your corpse to rot. When the reckoning comes”—I lifted my hand and made an arch, pointing across the room—”you’ll want to be way the f*ck over there. Do you feel me?”

“Why’d you want to have sex with me? To have a f*cking adventure? What was I supposed to be? Your one-night-f*cking stand? I’m every woman’s adventure, damn you, and I don’t want to be yours. I want to be your f*cking REAL. You get that? If I f*ck you, I want you to belong to me. To be mine. I want you to give yourself to me—not Riptide!”