Troubleshooters?" Michael asked. "When there's trouble," I told him, "they shoot it.

I got the sneaking suspicion that the vampire was a couple of Peeps short of an Easter basket.

I let out a battle cry. Sure, a lot of people might have mistaken it for a sudden yelp of unmanly fear, but trust me. It was a battle cry.

You're such a cynic," Molly said. "I think cynics are playful and cute.

I didn't know this before, but as it turns out, Tyrannosaurs can really haul ass.

The married thing. Sometimes I look at it and feel like someone from a Dickens novel, standing outside in the cold and staring in at Christmas dinner. Relationships hadn't ever really worked for me. I think it's had something to do with all the demons, ghosts, and human sacrifice.

Magic comes from what is inside you. It is a part of you. You can't weave together a spell that you don't beleive in.