I am the reality of all coyotes. The archetype. The epitome. You are just a reflection of me.

I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn't Buffy--I was so screwed.

Things change whether you want them to, or not--unless you are dead. Don't hold so hard to the past that you die with it.

The best way for me to protect you is to encourage you to be able to protect yourself.

I can't protect you from knowledge.

Mercy," he said,"in a fair fight between near equals, I'll back you every time. It's the demons, vampires, and river devils I worry about, and I'm working on that.

I thought you were dead. Stupid. As if I'd die without taking you with me.