The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them.

Last night you said you wanted to know what to expect so you could better select your attire. I told you we were going to visit a vampire in a Goth-den tonight. Why, then, Ms. Lane, do you look like a perky rainbow?

Like a horse, honey, somebody's gonna break you.' 'Never. Going. To. Happen.

I didn’t ask. Some things are better left unsaid. He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him. Never will. He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. Later we would go to bed, and when he rose over me, dark and vast and eternal, I’d know joy.

One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.

If V’lane were a signpost, it would read Abandon All Personal Will, Ye Who Tread Here.

He doesn’t beat me,” I said irritably. “I’d kill him if he did.” “She would. She has a temper. Stubborn, too. But we’re working on that, aren’t we, Ms. Lane?