You eat the room service employees every time?” Denise asked, shocked. “Of course. But don’t fret on their behalf. I always tip well.

Mencheres slid through the water toward her, drawn by the same inexorable compulsion that led moths to dance with flames. He'd had several lifetimes' worth of reason, cold machinations, and, ultimately, emptiness. Perhaps the moths knew what he didn't, that the joy of the flame was worth the price of destruction.

You either trust me or you don't. I've never let you down, and I won't walk away unless you make me. Period. Now, unless you have a real emergency, I'd like to get back to my vacation. And my corpse, thanks.

Family is always irreplaceable, even when they’re also irreconcilable.

That one tickled. If electrocution is your way of flirting, I commend you on your originality.

Usually my form of turning someone down was shoving a stake through his heart while smirking, Gotcha!

There's nothing to catch up on. You came, you saw, you scored, you left. End of story.