They say there's no harm in daydreaming, but there is.

It's a sad comment on humans that none of them are tolerable to one who can read their minds

If this were the fifties, she’d be checking Sam’s collars for lipstick stains. (Did people do that anymore? Why did women kiss collars, anyway? Besides, Sam almost always wore T-shirts.)

Fiction just makes it all more interesting. Truth is so boring.

He pulled my coat off my shoulders, looked at it with distaste, hung it on the back of one of the chairs pushed in under the kitchen table. "You are beautiful". No one had ever looked me in the eyes and said that. Eric to Sookie, Page 208.

I thought about making biscuits, but there seemed to be more than enough calories on board.

Woo woo, secret vampire stuff!