That was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not having them the worst thing in the world.

His parting shot to me had been, "I don't want to love someone who is more at home with the monsters than I am." What do you say to that? What can you say? Damned if I know. They say love conquers everything. They lie.

Never interrupt when you're winning.

One thing I've learned about vampires--they keep pulling new rabbits out of their cloaks. Big, fanged, carnivorous bunnies that'll eat your eyeballs if you're not paying attention.

Stupidity isn't punishable by death. If it was, there would be a hell of a population drop.

I am not a morning person.

Never argue when you're winning.