It was maddening how your best friend could twist the knobs inside of you so much that it hurt.

They were friends. That's all she ever seemed to have. Friends. She had enough of them.

Jack leaped over the gate, his sword aflame. To vanquish his foe and rescue his love.

This is not some silly game...This is life and death Angels and demons.

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.

I'm tired of being your best friend. I'm tired of being second best. I won't settle for that anymore. It's all or nothing, Schuyler. You have to decide. Him or me.

- Oliver Hazzard-Perry