"I don’ have wires instead of veins, my head’s not filled with gears. My mind is not a microchip, I think, I feel, I fear. I make mistakes; tha’s natural, my flaws are in my genes. I breathe, I bleed, ‘m impractical. I’m human, not machine."

"No. I don’ love you to the moon and back for that implies a limit. My love for you, it knows no end and no phrase is gonna trim it. So yes, I love you to the moon and to the galaxies b e y o n d it."

"Bloody hell, look how young I was."

Spike raises an eyebrow at Buffy. "Uhuh…alrighty then short stuff." He chuckles.

#SexySaturday "Gotta keep in shape."

"Eh." Spike shrugs, not really putting in the effort to give the blondie good jibes.

"To my human Drusilla. Ahem… I drank your love to quench my thirst, I wish I checked for poison first."

"I’d make a nice looking priest…probably not a good one though." Spike chuckles.

"Within I hold this darkness that ‘ll never let you see, for I fear that it’d consume you in the way that it did me."

"My heart is like thin ice, so please do tread with care. For even though it’s frozen cold, it’s not too strong in there."

"All the things I didn’ say drove me mad and drove you a w a y."

"Get the fuck up, we’re saving rock and roll!"

"But behind those oh so pretty eyes was a plot for my demise."

"Right on."

"What a shame, oh what a waste, to see such lovely hearts defaced."

"And I just love that about us, that we’re not perfect but we always make the best of what we have."

"You were most deceptive and perhaps I am at fault, when I mistook your love for sugar and ended up with salt."

"In all my empty hurting, my mind has but one thought. A wish that you had only cared and that I had only not."

"Unkissed lips turned to unheld hands turned to texts left all on 'seen' and even when you’d stand nearby there stayed miles ‘n between."