One of my favorite things about hanging out with the monsters is the healing. Straight humans seemed to get killed on me a lot. Monsters survived. Let's hear it for the monsters.

I wanted to wipe the grin off his face with a fist. I resisted the urge. Who says I have no self-control?

I wasn't afraid of him anymore, because I could smell his fear. You never had to be afraid of anything that was afraid of you.

Children make that big a difference to you? He asked. I nodded. Yeah, they do. I never figured you as the maternal type. I'm not, but kids are people, Edward, little people trapped by the choices the adults around them make.

Remember your personal demons should be afraid of you, because you are their home, their food, and as you heal, their executioner.

We aren't the good guys, Anita. We're the necessary guys. -Edward

Larry's zombie bag was a nearly virulent green with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on it. I was almost afraid to ask what his vampire bag looked like.