As his other hand began to slip around her waist, his body brushed against hers, and there was no mistaking the thick, hard ridge grazing her jean-clad bottom. Heavens, did that thing never subside? The rest of him might be mortal, but his immortal erection certainly didn't scan to have gotten the memo.

Lies are horny little buggers, they breed like rabbits and bound around just as insanely and then you have to try to keep track of them.

How do you kill a vampire?"-Mac "Hope hes not"-Barrons

Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain...Try living for someone. Through it all-good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing.

Dishonesty increases disorder exponentially. It's hard enough to communicate when you're telling the truth.

We're taking back the night

Oh, drop the act, Tinkerbell, and get rid of my problem. Then we’ll talk.