Once upon a time, I used to think that maybe the next step in human evolution would be to become demons, and lately, I am beginning to wonder whether I may be right.

The next time anyone says that bringing Lucifer back is impossible, I would like to say: you obviously don't know Sam Winchester, and you certainly don't know me.

Yesterday I found you, and today I'm gonna get you out if it's the last thing I do; and it will be the last thing I do.

Of all the things that I am accused of doing, why does everyone always concentrate on the weather shifts?

My vanity as a demon is the only thing that keeps me going, most of the time; it's not like anyone else has a high opinion of me, so why the hell can't I be vain?

I don't ask for understanding from people, just acceptance.