The worst wounds, the deadliest of them, aren't the ones people see on the outside. They're the ones that make us bleed internally.

In the end, life makes victims of us all.

So just look mean and don’t make eye contact with anyone. (Syn) Gee, hon, you take me to the most wonderful places. (Shahara)

Acheron kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Rest. We'll be back when he needs you." He watched her climb into bed before he took his nephew down to his room. "Well, it appears to be just the two of us, little one. What say you we get naked, drunk and find us some wenches?" The baby actually smiled up at him as if he understood. Acheron nodded. "So that's it, eh? Barely a month old and you're already lecherous. You are your father's son.

The only vampires I've ever seen are the Goths trying to get a glimpse of Anne Rice's house, who drink strawberry sodas and tell each other it's blood.

Seal the door behind us. (Acheron) Um, not to be argumentative or anything, but didn’t we have to fight to get that opened? (Kish) Well, if you want to leave it open and let all the demons in – (Female Dolophonos) Close it, please. (Kish) I somehow thought you’d agree. (Female Dolophonos)

You have the blood of warriors in your veins. The kind of men who protect what is theirs and love without restraint. I want that love and I want you. (Gabrielle) It’s all yours. You’re not getting much out of this deal since all I own is what I can carry in two hands. (Carlos) Great. That means I get to decorate the house the way I want. (Gabrielle)