I’d want our wedding to be special. I don’t have a dress, you don’t have a best man, and instead of flowers, we have corpses on poles decorating the front of the house.” “Flowers are on the way, as is my best man, three seamstresses are ready to make any dress you desire, and I’ll have the corpses taken down,” he replied without missing a beat.

Do you think I’m pretty?” I heard myself ask. Something I couldn’t name flashed across his face. “No. I don’t think you’re pretty. I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

I don't lack for bed partners, so I don't need to scrounge for unwilling scraps.-Spade

You’re meant for me, and I will have you.

There were words for what he meant to me, but if I studied every language ever spoken for the next thousand years, I still wouldn’t find enough of them to describe it.

Don't squander what you have. If you do, you'll spend the rest of your days regretting it.

Of course he wouldn't hesitate before trying something that had never been done before. He was Vlad Tepesh. How could he fail?