A.S.A. Harrison Quotes

The quickest way to a woman's crotch is through her gullet. Can I make you a cake?" Big Al to Pierce, then Rachel.

The gentle sound of her words became the shushing of my blood in my head, and I listened, hovering on the edge of consciousness, bathed in the oblivion of whatever drug they had given me.

Your welcome means more to me, Ivy Alisha Tamwood, than a thousand souls. Watching Rachel work is a wonder of one catastrophe after another.

I like the second better, but the first fits with the vampire watching what she can’t have.” I blinked. “What he can’t have,” I amended, flushing.

By Tink's diaphram...!

I'd watch your mouth", he said, tilting his head as he looked at my ID."The last lunker who laughed at her picture spent the night in the emergency room with a drink umbrella jammed up his nose".

I staggered backward-her one hand gripping my shoulder, the other still holding my wrists behind her-and she followed until my back hit the wall.

Hovering near panic, trying to focus but finding it hard to open my eyes. My heart was pounding. I couldn’t get enough air, and I couldn’t find the desire to push her away

I'm only going to be here for a time, then leave you." His gaze met mine. "And I will cry when I go, because I could love you forever.

Tears could not be equal, if I wept diamonds from the skies. Jenks (Black Magic Sanction)

Rachel, what do you do? Put an ad in the paper for trouble? (Glenn)

Oh for the sweet humpin' love of Tink! ~ Jenks

One person can't hold anything, but two can have the world.

What are you?" I rasped. It smiled. "Whatever scares you.

Why aren't you afraid of me? I've seen my death, and you're not it.

I meant I’m not afraid of love being difficult. If it was easy, then everyone would find it.

Rose to Rachel: You cry you get angry then you do something about it.

You just click your heels and think there's no place like being pwned.

I do so like all-encompassing words. Verb, adjective, noun. Yes, you are shitted.

I'd never seen a man who could outshop me, but Jenks was a master.

We were innocent once. How could it have gone so bad?

The car was full of unhappy people heading west. It was the Great American Family Road Trip, all right. Whaaa-hoo!

Tinks titties Rache Jenks

Life was going on, and no one but a handful of people cared if I lived or died.

She's not your type. Since when do I have a type?

I'd say she's get us both fired, but the I.S. doesn't let anyone go. Alive.

Was using “dead-man’s-toe” morally okay if the man’s relatives had knowingly sold him for parts?

Ivy's COOK THE STEAK, DON'T STAKE THE COOK apron.

The cookie maker needs someone to look out for him.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt some sort of dominance foreplay?

My mother isn't crazy. She simply has a harder time than most reconciling her reality with everyone else's reality.

Okay, you drive," she said. "I'll sit with m head hanging out of the window like a golden retriever.

I was having coffee with my bodyguard. I didn't expect to be hunting bad guys until later. Leather before sundown is tacky.

Be reasonable. I know you can be. If you try very, very hard.” - Al to Rachel

You!” she said, stepping forward with a vehement expression and her finger pointed. Heart pounding, I pressed into Al. Funny how he seemed so much safer now. (Newt, Rachel and Al)

Rachel, you summon demons. You’re good at it. Get over it, then find a way to make it work for you. It’s not going to go away.

And if he is lying and he double-crosses you, I’ll kill him for you.” From anyone else, it would have been an idle threat, and I smiled, feeling loved. (Ivy and Rachel)

The demon had trouble remembering what she was doing, but she was powerful, sort of the crazy Wendy of the lost lord-of-the-flies boys.

You cannot thrash the person who makes you coffee. It's a rule somewhere.

See, this was why I liked coffee. You couldn’t screw up making coffee. Even the bad stuff was good.

Lately I’d begun carrying pain amulets in my bag, like some people have breath mints.

They weren’t idiots, but I attracted trouble that just begged me to beat it into submission.

She smiled with the warmth of a penguin.

Rachel, my itchy witch," Al said as he tugged the lace at his cuffs. "We've talked about this. You simply must stop collecting nasty little men. How many do you really need, love?

A devious spark lit through Al, making me smile. One way. It costs too much, he said. “There’s no inflation in the ever-after, Al.” Call it a recession then. One way.

A demon was asking me what I wanted. My eyes flicked to Al, and he shrugged. “What do you want?” he said softly.

He didn't want Lucy to grow up feeling alone, surrounded by everything and having nothing.

She just threatened to throw the next man who shoots at you out the window. Megan is awake. She offered to help. God, Trent, what is it with you and women?

Ku’Sox was indeed a demon. In. The. Sun. I needed answers, but I wanted them from Al, not…Cute Socks here.

They tried to kill me,” he said, his brow furrowed as he glared at them. “You saw them!” “Yeah?” I spouted off. “They weren’t very good at it!” (Trent and Rachel)