“If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, just remind me to show you the scars.”

“Let me remind you that credit is the lifeblood of business, the lifeblood of prices and jobs.”

“…"better to have loved and lost" bullshit. Don't show me paradise and then burn it down.”

“Don't ever ask me again if I hate living anywhere with you and Jasmina. This Rock reminds me of the boy I was and being with you in the palace reminds me of the man I want to be.'

'Not just any man,' she whispered. 'A King. Mine.”

“Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?”

“In essence, your eyes don't show you what you see they show you what you believe.”

“The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all.
The scars of your love they leave me breathless.
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all.
Rolling in the deep.
You had my heart inside of your hand
And you played it
To the beat.”

“You don't have to believe in my miracles. You can call them accidents or coincidences, if you must. But don't pity me for my faith. And don't presume that you're better, just because you believe something different.”

“It's the same with spirit guises; show me a sweet little choirboy or a smiling mother and I'll show you the hideous fanged strigoi it really is. (Not always. Just sometimes. *Your* mother is absolutely fine, for instance. Probably.)”

“And she beckons to you with her fingers and lies
She says: can't you slice the price of your paradise. ~ A Month of Sundays”