Of course I am grateful, and I'm sure you are, as you put it, a special vintage," Bill said politely, "But I have my own wine cellar.

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

Let go," he advised me, and I loosened my grip on his hands. "No, not of me," he said, smiling. "You can hold on to me as long as you want. Let go of the pain, Sookie. Let go. You need to drift away." It was the first time I had relinquished my will to someone else. As I looked at him, it became easy, and I retreated from the suffering and uncertainty of this strange place.

It wasn't enough to be kidnapped, I had to be insulted too.

We could go back to your house. I can stay with you always. We can know each others bodies in every way, night after night. I could love you. I could work, you would not be poor. I would help you.

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

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