Goodness," Myrnin said quietly. "I don't think I should be watching this. I don't think I'm old enough.

No, Michael was all good. Killed, dismembered, buried, reborn…yeah, just another day in the life.

Where's your sense of adventure?" "Off on a beach somewhere with your sanity?

You're much shorter than my mom." "Brat," she said, surprised into a giggle. "That's no way to talk to a vampire." "Bloodsucking brat." "Better" he said.

This won't stop her from getting elected," Shane said. "Stupider people get elected all the time. It's America. We love the sleazy. And the crazy." "I would like to think better of us," Claire said, "but yeah. You're right.

It's been the toughest week of my life, not touching you. Not talking to you. Waiting to see what you were going to do." He kissed her again, a warm, damp touch of lips, exquisitely controlled. "But it doesn't matter whether you stay or go. I'll still need you. So if you want to go off to Boston, Ill wait. Right here, whenever you need me.

it is totally awesome