It was the most convulted, ridiculous piece of logic I'd heard in awhile... It was something I would have come up with.

I felt the need to clarify we were there for the self defense class, in case he also taught about dog breeding or riding the high seas.

Never thought I’d see the day when you’d throw your arms around a vam - someone like me

You and me are going to have so much fun, Rose. Picking out curtains, doing each other's hair, telling ghost stories.

Wine's terrible for babies." Dorian swept into the sitting room to join me, elegantly arranging himself on a love seat that displayed his purple velvet robes to best effect. "Well of course it is. I'd never dream of giving wine to an infant! What do you take me for, a barbarian? But for you... well, it might go a long way to make you a little less jumpy. You've been positively unbearable to live around. "I can't have it either. It affects the babies in utero.

He'd barely seen me coming, and despite the horribleness of what I'd just done, I kind of wished one of my instructors had been there to grade me on such an awesome performance.

All this time…ever since I sold my soul, I’ve been clinging to this idea that there is something pure and decent out there. That there was something to give me hope that even if I was a lost cause, at least there was something bright and good in the world. But there isn’t. If there was, Seth wouldn’t have fallen. Erik wouldn’t have died. Andrea Mortensen wouldn’t be dying.” -Georgina to Carter