Happiness is German engineering, Italian cooking, and Belgian chocolate.

Warren made a noise, the first one I'd heard out of him since we'd come into the room. I'd have been happier if he hadn't sounded scared. "Easy, Warren," Adam told him. "You're safe here.” "If you die on us, you won't be," said Kyle with a growl that would have done credit to any of the werewolves in the room.

Stefan: "Indian with a dot, not a feather.

Mine. He was mine, and not even death would take him from me—not if I could help it.

You are a sick, sick man,” I told him. “Thank you,” Ben replied, looking modest.

Reincarnation?” He shrugged. “I’ve never seen any evidence that it’s real. But I’ve never seen anything that disproves it either. I believe the afterlife is better than what we have here—and it would take something extraordinary to make someone willing to come back.

The devout belief that the world is explainable is both a terrible vulnerability and a stout shield.