Did you really think I'd ceased to care? Kitten, I care so much it wrecks me.

The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat

Brush teeth. Wash hair. Rule undead world with an iron fist.

It was ironic; he held her captive, yet she’d captivated him.

You're shagging a woman who can turn into a dragon? Blast you, Charles, I am sick with envy!

I am a nice young girl here to pick up your granddaughter for the weekend... We're going to a Bible retreat to scare the devil out of her. - Bones to Cat's grandparents

You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!

Careful, luv. I might be angry with you, but that doesn't mean I don't still want you. So if you do that again, I'll shag you right here, right now, and sod anyone who wants to watch

That face. That body. And you know he’s packing. Look at the angle on that dangle.

I couldn't help shaking my head as I looked at him. Ian slept like a baby every morning - well, a baby who continually kept one hand down his pants.

Nice to meet you, mate, and here's some advice: Don't even think about it. You try anything with her and I'll neuter you with my bare hands.

We have normality. I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can't cope with is therefore your own problem.

She is a slave, with no way home.

With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten.

I think every beautiful tale in the world hides the truth and reveals it little by little.

A day will come when man will discover an alphabet in the eyes of the chalcedonies, in the marking of the moth, and will learn in astonishment that every spotted snail has always been a poem.

A generous heart and wholesome actions lead to greater peace.

I can't tell you his age, but when he was born the wonder drug was Mercurochrome.

I challenge the challenges. I like to face the problems. I don't run away from them. Whatever loss I have to face it, I face it.

We, as producers, want to tell the best stories. We want to tell the stories that people will talk about.

Conscience is a blushing, shamefaced spirit than mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles.