"I was an Angel before I died, dimwit."

"Every fledgling deserves the chance to fly."

"I didn't exactly ask to come back, but while I'm here I thought I might as well avenge my death and the death of several of my friends."
Alex: "Any less hostile than that one?"
"Nope, just that. Hey, I was murdered. What else would I come back for?"

"So you don't want to know about the scars that she's hiding, nor the bloodstained cloth she keeps in her schoolbag?"
Alex: "Fabrice... Cuts herself? I said I did not want to know! Jesus Christ!"
"But I didn't tell you. Not directly at least."

"I'm not someone's fairy godmother or some sort of guardian angel!"

"Like, guardian angel? You know, the angel that's supposed to watch over you when you're in trouble? Yeah, they don't all have white wings and blond hair, but there you go."

Fabrice: "What am I saying, seeing the dead is impossible! They're not material, and we can't see anything immaterial."
"Ahem, right here,"

~ Revenge