»Keine Freunde zu haben, heißt nicht, sich nicht nach welchen zu sehnen.« Oegis klang überraschenderweise verletzt.
»Dann sollte man vielleicht nicht jeden, den man neu kennenlernt, begrüßen mit Uah, ich werde dich töten!«

“You can capture this body of mine, take away my freedom and enslave me.
You may even have the power to capture my soul and sentence me to the realm of eternal darkness.
But my dreams you cannot touch. They are my will―the very essence of who I am.
In them I laugh.
In them I cry.
In them I love.
And in them…….I live.
My dreams are untouchable and unceasing.”

"Vertraust du mir?", fragte sie, als sie wieder sprechen konnte. Er nickte hastig. Sie lachte und lehrte ihn dann, warum Geben noch besser war als Nehmen.

There promised dreams come true, but forgot nightmares are dreams, too. -- Oscar Wilde

As [Cam] turned, the puppy yipped at him, then squatted and peed on the rug.
"I supposed you expect me to clean that up." When Foolish wagged his tail and let his tongue loll, all Cam could do was close his eyes.

"I still say the essay's a raw deal," Seth complained as he walked into the house. "That kind of stuff's crap. And I don't see why--"

"You'll do it." Cam pulled the bag out of Seth's arms. "And I don't want to hear any bitching about it. You can get started right after you clean up the mess your dong jut made on the rug."

"My dog? He's not mine."

"He is now, and you better make sure he's housebroken all the way or he stays outside."

He stalked off toward the kitchen, with Philip, who was trying desperately not to laugh, following.

Seth stood where he was, staring down at Foolish. "Dumb dog," he murmured, and when he crouched down, the puppy launched himself into Seth's arms, where he was welcomed with a fierce hug. "You're my dog now."