There was much bitterness in the family. There were even those who would liked to have considered Barnabas Collins dead. But he lived on. He lived on-and outlived his enemies.

I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover and I'm a sinner. I play my music in the sun.

It is said that blood is thicker than water. It is what joins us, binds us, curses us.

Loathesome I am, and evil. You can mock me for that. But leave my pain alone!

I have already prepared my counter proposal. It reads thusly: you may strategically place your wonderful lips upon my posterior and kiss it repeatedly!

They tried stoning me, my dear. It did not work.

Without grace there is no hope, but with it there is no shortage.