I don’t want to lose my memories. Don’t make me forget. I would rather die as Elena, than live as a shadow.

Dmitri clearly gives good . . . blood.

We're all as susceptible to the lure of power.

Most of those men don’t want to sleep with you,” he said in blunt rebuttal. “I reserve the right to introduce my fist to the faces of the ones who do.

Tell her we don’t bite.” “I don’t lie to my friends.

Venom’s pupils contracted the instant before he slid his sunglasses back on. She couldn’t help it. “Why isn’t your tongue forked?” “Why can’t you fly?” A smirk. “Those things on your back aren’t accessories you know.

You can drive.” When he raised an eyebrow, she said, "I've had enough contact with human males to realize you seem to have a congenital inability to function while a female is at the wheel, and I'd rather your full attention be on the case.