You smell of other peoples blood, ma petite. It was no one you know. -Jean Claude and Anita

I had been downright paranoid all afternoon, aware of everyone near me. By the time I went for the car, my neck and shoulders were knotted into one painful ache. The most frightening thing I'd seen all afternoon had been the prices on the designer clothing.

I think like a detective.

If the eyes are the window to the soul, then Edward's in trouble 'cause no one is home.

An atheist waving a cross at a vampire was a truly pitiful sight.

I knew what was like to finally be seduced by the thing you hunted. Mine just happened to be a more traditional seduction. Okay, at least I was still among the living.

I would rather you love me, but if not love, fear will do.