Quotes from Christa Faust

I'm fairly certain that, because Belly was distracted and wound up linked with you instead of me, my own chemically enhanced ability wasn't strong enough to keep it open single-handedly.

Sex is not trust. Sleep is trust. And trust is difficult for me.

But I don't like this. It seems, I don't know. Weird.

Hey," he replied. "Got a light?" she asked, raising an unlit cigarette to her chapped lips.

He thought maybe she was having second thoughts. Rightly so, considering what he planned to do to her.

Inside the girl's room it was dank and shabby.

The girl's name was Desiree, or that's what she said it was anyway. Allan honestly could not have cared less.

He'd had a dark, angry moment when he thought they might not have fallen for the ad he'd placed in the classified section.

But without warning, she leapt up with a gasp of excitement. "Guys," she said. "You need to see this.

Regarding incident at Reiden Lake," Walter read out loud, pausing to exchange a significant glance with Bell. "Meet me at the northwest corner of Alamo Square Park at midnight 10/23. Crucial new information has come to light. A friend in the Bureau.

Going through the motions, like a person who was already dead and just didn't know it yet.

Hey," Abby said as they barreled past her, holding a large wooden spoon slick with some kind of sauce. "Do you want some...

Why don't you lie on the bed," he told her. "On your stomach." She did what she was told. He took out his knife and smiled.

Walter took the killer's notebook from his pocket and was about to open it when Nina gave him a sternly arched eyebrow and a terse shake of her head.

and a whimsical ceramic sugar bowl shaped like an octopus.

Sam was married to all-natural triple-D legend Busti Keaton, star of the Topsy Turvy series and Battlestar Gazongas.

Walter drained more than half of the scalding hot liquid in one foolhardy gulp, utterly unmindful of his burnt tongue.

She picked up the lazy cat. "I'll just hang out down here with Cat-Mandu.

Even if she realized that they didn't want her overhearing their conversation, she didn't seem to care at all.

Back in Nina's large Spartan bedroom, the three of them plunked their sore, beat-up frames into the same seats they'd chosen before the madness.

Okay," Nina said. "We're all thinking it, but I'm going to say it. That was really, really stupid. If I hadn't brought my gun, we'd all be dead.

So from here on out, we need to find a way to fight the killer with brains, not brawn. Attack this problem like scientists, not... Dirty Harry.

Repeat the experiment?" Nina echoed. "We almost got ourselves killed today. If you want to repeat that, you can count me out.

Are you sure that's wise?" she asked. "I mean, the last time you opened this gate, you let a killer stroll right in to our world. What if it happens again?