“When I see a headline ‘Guess who’s going out with who?’ I don’t guess, and I don’t click.”

“I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.”

“The Angels don’t like to be called losers, but they have learned to live with it. “Yeah, I guess I am,” said one. “But you’re looking at one loser who’s going to make a hell of a scene on the way out.”

“I don’t know how you do it. You aren’t even blond. I mean, maybe a little, but mostly you’re a brunette. I just don’t see guys going for that.”

“Yeah, well, some people are into kinky stuff, I guess.”

“I guess you don’t need to agree on everything to be lovers.”

“I guess maybe you don’t get to be the Merlin of the White Council by saving up frequent-flier miles”

“I don’t like your hair black. (Artemis)
And I don’t like your head attached to your shoulders. Guess we can’t all have what we want, huh? (Acheron)”

“Some shows get great numbers, others don’t. I don’t get panicky over it. If an actor can’t live with the cyclic nature of our industry, I guess he/she is in the wrong profession.”

“I guess forgiveness, like happiness, isn’t a final destination. You don’t one day get there and get to stay.”

“No, no—there are depths, depths! The more I go over it, the more I see in it, and the more I see in it, the more I fear. I don’t know what I don’t see—what I don’t fear!”