Holly: Seriously, you don't like unicorns? What kind person doesn't like unicorns? Justine: What kind of a person doesn't like zombies? What have zombies ever done to you? Holly: Zombies shamble. I disapprove of shambling. And they have bits that fall off. You never see a unicorn behaving that way. Justine: I shamble. Bits fall off me all the time: hair, skin cells. Are you saying you disapprove of me?

Maybe it was that nearly everyone else was dead and she felt a little bit dead too, but she figured that even a vampire deserved to be saved. Maybe she ought to leave him, but she wasn't going to.

Carney is like a graveyard where everyone already owns their plots and has built houses on top of them.

Because I am about to be devoured by poodles," I quip. "Remember me always, my love.

She can’t help it. She loves the con. I tell myself I’m not like her, but I have to admit I love it too.

Can't get away from your own self.

Let me look out for you. Let your enemies become mine.