So you’ll just kill anyone who frightens you. Who could hurt you.” “Well…yes.

Don't play his game. Play yours.

There were so many layers of reality to the world. Nothing stopped for death; nothing stopped for grief or horror or tragedy.

She smells better," Claire said. "And she made me cookies.

Hey! Sorry, lady, but nobody's staking anybody at this party! I hung a disco ball for this.

You think that because I want to do what’s right, because I want to make things better, I’m weak,” Claire said. “Or that I’m stupid. But I’m not. It takes a lot more strength to know how bad the world is and not want to be part of that, give in to it. And I do know, Kim. Believe me.

The vamp in McMann’s stared at me. I guess he didn’t like the Goth look. Most of them don’t; somehow they think I’m making fun of them. Which I totally am.