Snow, here?" Eric was as delighted as a child. "I love snow!" Why was I not surprised? "Maybe we will get snowed in together," he said suggestively, waggling his blond eyebrows.

Did you ever think that if you told me where Bill's hiding his computer program, I would give you anything you asked for?" - Eric, club dead.

No, I like you alive and warm and wiggling.

Something always turns up. It always seems darkest before the dawn. When God closes a door he opens a window. All things happen for a reason. Into every life a little rain must fall. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger.

i hate not knowing what i did." _Eric

I felt like a car that had only been operated by one driver… a car its new prospective buyer was determined to take to the Daytona 500.

Oh, God, puppy dog eyes. From a six-foot-five ancient Viking vampire.