Don’t you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake you’ve made, every hurt you’ve received, every bit of meanness you’ve dealt out? There’s no profit in it, no point to it, and you need sleep.

But in my book, it was basically bad taste to stare at someone's assets, no matter how much on display they were.

I don't like having feelings," Eric said coldly, and he left. That was a tough exit line to top.

If I have to choose between you and me - I like me better.

As I watched Bill, waiting with apparent calm for death to come to him, I had a flash of him as I'd known him: the first vampire I'd ever met, the first man I'd ever gone to bed with, the first suitor I'd ever loved. Everything that followed had tainted those memories, but for one moment I saw him clearly, and I loved him again.

And by golly, love sure was a battlefield. Benatar was right about that.

Life had sure been simpler when I hadn't dated.