Ease off the martyr throttle.
Jim Butcher, Grave Peril.
“Fear has a lot of flavors and textures. There's a sharp, silver fear that runs like lightning through your arms and legs, galvanizes you into action, power, motion. There's heavy, leaden fear that ...”
“We have now left Reason and Sanity Junction. Next stop, Looneyville.”
“I still can't believe," Michael said, sotto voce, "that you came to the Vampires' Masquerade Ball dressed as a vampire.”
“I don't know about your true form, but the weight of your ego sure is pushing the crust of the earth toward the breaking point.”
“I'm amazing and studly, but I have limits.”
“But I don't understand God. I don't understand how he could see the way people treat one another, and not chalk up the whole human race as a bad idea.”
“Those who work, knows the strength of labour.”
“I only have so much willpower, Helen," he whispered. "And since you apparently sleep in the most ridiculously transparent tank top I've ever seen, I'm going to have to ask you to get under the cove...”
“I'm infatuated with you, I cannot deny it. Physically speaking, you're a very attractive man. But I don't like you, the vast majority of the time. So far as I can gather, you behave abominably in p...”