“Look at this tangle of thorns.”

“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”

“And when we are with Alex, I might as well not be there. They speak in a language of whispers and giggles and secrets; their words are like a fairy-tale tangle of thorns, which place a wall between us.”

“I'm old enough to make you look like an embryo. [Thorn]”

“How old are you?""Ten," answered Tangle."You don't look like it," said the lady."How old are you, please?" returned Tangle."Thousands of years old," answered the lady."You don't look like it," said Tangle."Don't I? I think I do. Don't you see how beautiful I am!”

“Bitch going to rue the day she decided to unleash Phrixis on the world. (Thorn)Rue the day? (Fang)I’m old enough to make you look like an embryo. Sometimes it shows. (Thorn)”