Never trust people who smile constantly. They're either selling something or not very bright.

Would you truly sleep with strangers?" "I don't know, I haven't met the strangers yet.

What we prefer to read is sort of like sexual preference, you like what you like. Most of the time you have no clue why.

Anything under size five isn't a woman. It's a boy with breasts.

He's not going to shoot us in the back by accident, is he?" Deputy Coltrain asked. I smiled, not sweetly. "He promised not to.

No. But then the American Government--whatever branch--has never really grasped the concept of tribal identity.

Vampires were always either trying to kill me, or own me. God I hated being popular.