What did I do?" he said. "Cake! It's cake! Delicious cake!

Promise me you’ll marry me. Not now. Someday. Because I need to know.” Claire felt a flutter inside, like a bird trying to fly, and a rush of heat that made her dizzy. And something else, something fragile as a soap bubble, and just as beautiful. Joy, in the middle of all this horror and heartbreak. “Yes,” she whispered back. “I promise.” And she kissed him, and kissed him, and kissed him, while the sun came up and bathed Morganville in one last, shining day.

Myrnin: "I shall name him Bob, Bob the spider" Claire: "You're insane." Myrnin: "Why Claire, I thought that was part of my charm." (something like that)

That's very rude," Myrnin said. "I haven't brought my fangs our for some time. Not in mixed company, anyway.

I knew you'd come,Claire.I knew you would.Dear God,you took your time.

...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

And before you ask, no, you're not driving, Myrnin. I remember the last time." "That accident was not my fault." "You were the only one on the road, and the mailbox actually didn't leap out in front of you. No arguments. You sit in the back, too.