Your Truths Are Worse Than Your Lies.

You're Beautiful, Roza. So Beautiful It Hurts Me.

Jerome Sighed And Set Down His Fork. "are You Still Doing That, Georgie? Don't I Suffer Enough Without Having To Endure The Humiliation Of A Succubus Who Moonlights As A Christmas Elf?" "you Always Said I Should Quit The Bookstore And Find Something Else To Do," I Reminded Him. "yes, But That Was Because I Thought You'd Go On To Do Something Respectable. Like Become A Stripper Or The Mayor's Mistress.

How Do You Know If A Demon Is Lying? His Lips Are Moving.

Are You Some Kind Of Mutant Human? Like A Fire User? And I Use Mutant As A Compliment, You Know. I Wouldn’t Think Less Of You.

"well, I'm Supposed To Be Crazy, Right?" [...] "and There Isn't Much I Wouldn't Do For You. The Stupider, The Better."