Trust me, true?" Butch barked a laugh. "Last time you said that i ended up with a vampire cocktail, remember?

Darkness will never take me... because I have you. Light of my life, Marissa. That's what you are." -Butch and Marissa

Bye-bye, Elan. P.S., Next time you implicate someone falsely, try to pick a pacifist.

[...]you know what they say about messengers, right"? Excuse me?" Too much bad news will get you shot."[...]

You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!

You know, Qhuinn's an interesting character." Saxton reached out with an elegant hand and picked up his port. "He's one of my favorite cousins, actually. His nonconformity is admirable and he's survived things that would crush a lesser male. Don't know that being in love with him would be easy, however." Blay didn't go near that one. "So do you come here often?" Saxton laughed, his pale eyes glinting, "Not for discussion, huh.

Are you wet for me, Mary? I think you are. I think you're covered with honey.