You can Laugh or you can cry, it changes nothing

Oui, oui, he snapped with an obvious lack of awe. "Ding dong the demon's dead, now can we admire our delightful handiwork someplace where the ceiling is not about to cave in and your oh-so-handsome vampire is not about to become a dust bunny? (Levet)

You can Laugh or you can cry, it changes nothing

What was the point in satin and lace if it didn't make a man struggle to speak?

Dante to Abby: My God you are going to kill me. Again

“Cherie, did the table do something I did not see or were you just attempting to teach it a lesson?” “I was imagining it was Evor.” “Strange, they do not greatly resemble each other.” “I have a good imagination.” “In that case, I do not suppose you are imagining I'm Brad Pitt?”

Bon chance, mon ami," Dante called softly. Levet allowed himself a small smile. A vampire who could speak French. He couldn't be all bad.