Food that walked and talked, that was us. McPeople.

I could tell Hugo was convinced that he would get to walk back up these stairs: after all, he was a civilized person. These were all civilized people. Hugo really couldn't imagine that anything irreparable could happen to him, because he was a middle-class white American with a college education, as were all the people on the stairs with us. I had no such conviction. I was not a wholly civilized person.

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

As I climbed up into the high old bed, the large fly in my personal ointment did the same. Had I actually told him he could get in bed with me? Well, I decided, as I wriggled down under the soft old sheets and the blanket and the comforter, if Eric had designs on me, I was just too tired to care. "Woman?" "Hmmm?" "What's your name?" "Sookie. Sookie Stackhouse." "Thank you, Sookie." "Welcome, Eric.

No matter what happens in public—no matter what—don’t doubt that I love you and care about your welfare . . . as much as I am able.

You might have been paid back enough to suit you" I said, "but I don't know if you've been paid back enough to suit me.

Sookie: Is Eric around?" Pam: "He is enthralling the vermin.