What was your name again?" "Still Eve." "No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right.

Because you know, I’m your best friend, but you’re just not that badass, man.

We're clear," she said. "You're kind of a psycho. I get that

Moi?” He put his hand over his heart and did his best wounded-innocent look. “You must be thinking of some other uncouth jackass. Which makes me jealous, by the way.

Fire is always ready to burn the hand it warms.

...will you be so kind as to provide me with a few places where I might look for a murderer?" "The mirror's a great place to start

Are you in the car that's almost caused three accidents on North Vance?" Hannah asked. "Because I'm following you with my lights flashing, and whoever's driving isn't pulling over." "Let him go," Claire said. "Trust me. You aren't going to get him to stop." "Oh, God. It's Myrnin, isn't it?" "Tell that police lady to stop chasing me," Myrnin said, annoyed, from the front seat. "Really, I'm not THAT bad at this.