“He groaned and I saw his face. "Curran!" I would've preferred a homicidal lunatic. Oh, wait…”

“Oh good. I love being bait for a homicidal mutilator."
Stephanie Plum”

“You intolerable lunatic," he snarled at me, and then he caught my face between his hands and kissed me.”

“Who is Hunter Becker?"
"Becker the Gory? Lighthouse Keepers? Boston?"
"I would've preferred Becker the Easiley Surrendering or Becker the Quite Reasonable, but beyond that his name tells me nothing.”

“I saw this wino, he was eating grapes. I was like "Dude, you have to wait."”

“I find my Lord Jesus cometh not in the precise way that I lay wait for Him. He hath a manner of His own. Oh, how high are His ways above my ways”

“Not a single muscle quivered
On his radiantly evil face.
Oh, I know: his delight
Is the tense and passionate knowledge
That he needs nothing,
That I can refuse him nothing.”

“He saw the beauties of his shape and face,
His female sweetness, and his manly grace”

“Oh I detest him. I did then, I do now, and it's mutual. He hates me as well. And I'd much prefer to have his savage hatred than even the merest hint of friendship from that man.”

“Fruitlessly doth he groan, beholding the face of the Colchian maid; then over all the mountain pain contracts his limbs, and all his fetters shake beneath her sickle.”
Gemit inritus ille Colchidos ora tuens. totos tunc contrahit artus monte dolor cunctaeque tremunt sub falce catenae.