Bite me." -Lieutenant Eve Dallas, from any of the In Death books.

Why couldn't she have this, just enjoy this, without creating obstacles, digging up problems, worrying about mistakes, about tomorrow's? Why let the maybe's, the what if's, the probabilities spoil something so lovely?

Roz to Amelia (the house ghost): How considerate of you, after trying to kill me, to see that I don't catch a cold.

Tom: If you love with kindness, even when you can't love with permanence, you'll deserve the one who's worthy along that path for you.

You have to believe in it to get it.

So, you’re hitting on Clare the Fair.” “I’m not hitting on her. I’m exploring the possibility of seeing her on social terms.” “He’s hitting on her,” Owen said around a mouthful of chips. “You’ve still got that thing you had for her back in high school. Are you still writing bad song lyrics about heartbreak?” “Suck me. And they weren’t that bad.” “Yeah, they were,” Ryder disagreed. “But at least now we don’t have to listen to you playing your keyboard and howling them down the hall.

Magic is. But its power is nothing beside love. --Prince Carrick