I'm not sure there are enough white roses in the world to make me forget Richard." I held up my hand before she could interrupt. "But I'm not sure there are enough cozy afternoons in all eternity to make me forget Jean-Claude.

I'd been willing to kill for the people I loved for a very long time; now I had to start living for them.

There had to be a circle of Hell where you were eternally fourteen, eternally in junior high. One of the lower circles.

I wanted to say something brilliant. My God, Holmes, how did you know the zombie was hiding in the flower pot? But I couldn't lie.

Because all bad little vampires see me in the end

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.