There's nothing I can't live with. Only things I won't live without.

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?

Your feet will bring you to where your heart is.

The White Mansion isn't boring, lass. Never boring. It's the grand demesne the Unseelie King built for his concubine. It's a living, breathing love story, testament to the brightest passion that ever burned between our races. You can follow the scenes through if you've time enough and are willing to risk getting lost for a few centuries.

I flash him number seventeen of my thirty-five Looks of Death.

I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.

My heart has jet lag.