Rachel Caine Quotes

I hardly broke any laws at all. I should drive more often.

She smacked him so hard his momma felt it.

I love arguing with you, Claire. You always surprise me. And occasionally, you even make sense.

“There is no drama so great as that of a teenage girl,” ... “Except yours.”

Bathroom, maybe? Which is where I need to go." "Ooh, me, too," Eve said. The boys rolled their eyes, like they'd planned it. "What? It's what girls do. Get over it.

Myrnin, drive carefully. Understand?" "Of course." He didn't.

Claire: Seriously? My mom? Let you in my room? In the middle of the night? Michael: Moms like me.

Follow me,” Myrnin said. “And do stay together. And by the way, this is the last time I go anywhere with you people. You are all insane.

Silence, and then Eve said, "Okay, that was extra creepy, with whipped creepy topping. And this is me, changing my mind.

Michael might have become a vampire, but watching him stand outside in the night air, breathing in his freedom Claire thought that was as human as it could get.

Oh -- who's the Queen?" "Her, of course. The White Queen. You're just like Alice, you know. Down the rabbit hole with the Mad Hatter.

Now could you please ask these idiots to stop pointing their bullets at me? It's terribly wasteful.

Define better with that guy. Not all fangs and raaaaar.

Myrnin turned away to pick up his Ben Franklin spectacles, balanced them on his nose, and looked over them to say, "Don't do drugs. I feel I ought to say that.

Myrnin was silent for a beat, and then he said, "Bob would be very disappointed in you.

I had no name for that particular hue of orange, other than unfortunate.

Perv." He pointed to himself. "Male and eighteen. What's your point?

Okay, this was kissing. Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a good-bye, this was Hello, sexy, and wow, she’d never even suspected that it could feel this way.

He had on bunny slippers. These had fangs. They all stared at them in silence for about a heartbeat, and then Shane said, "That is impressively wicked. Crazy, but wicked.

Don't diss me, Danvers. I'm warning you.""I'm not dissing you," Claire sighed. "I'm ignoring you. There's a difference. Dissing you implies I think you're actually important

Shut up!" Eve yelled from somewhere upstairs. "Jackass!" "You know, when people say that, I just hear the word awesome.

It’s like disco inferno up in here

I’m avampire. I havesecret powers ,” he said with a full-on fake Transylvanian accent, which he dropped to say, “Actually, your mom let me in.

You never heard ofplugging her in ? My God, Myrnin, you made a vampire computer?

Nice " Shane said. "I'm warming up to this bloodsucking thing Mikey." "No you're not." "Okay no I'm not but right now let's pretend I am.

Talk. I'll just wait' shall I? Because my mission to save this town is of no importance whatsoever next to your girl talk."- Myrnin "Oh, shut up, you medieval drama queen" - Claire

Bouncing in hoppy little circles like a demented Goth bunny.

You're kidding. I thought all geniuses read Latin. Isn't that the international language for smart people?"-Shane (Glass Houses)

I just—we were talking, and we fell asleep. I swear, we didn’t, um—’’ ‘‘Yeah, you’d better not have ummed.

Expecting anybody else?" Shane asked Eve. "Your distant cousin Jack the Ripper dropping by too?" "Screw you, Collins.

You better check your playlist. Because you are on the wrong track.

Survival," I said softly. "It's selfish, and it's dark, and we've always been a species willing to do anything to satisfy our needs. Individuals have morals. Mobs have appetites.

Saint Claire, the patron saint of the kick-me sign.

And somewhere in heaven, Versace sheds a single, perfect tear.

Her eyes burned, her muscles ached, but in some strange and secret place, she was happy to finally be doing something that wasn't just protecting herself, but protecting other people, too.

I wish the dryer were running, because man, I could use a good...tumble dry."-Eve Rosser

What’s her name? Claire, what’s her name?

Well, I can throw a mean comeback, so there's that. I will crush them on wit.

Fire is always ready to burn the hand it warms.

Even bipolar vampires needed sleep from time to time, and he was well past his recommended safe dosage of stress.

My dad used to say that life's a journey, but somebody screwed up and lost the map.

That's kind of a leap, but the Russian judge gave you a nine point five for style, so okay.

Maybe I should, I don't know leave? Because this is starting to sound like one of those reality shows I don't want to be in. Maybe you guys want to take turns in the confessional booth.

Michael had to pound me a couple of times to convince me not to go stage a rescue." Shane shrugged. "He hits like a girl, for a vampire.

Shane looked…pale. Pale and shaken and—how predictable was this?—pissed.

You couldn't be romantic if your life depended on it." "You know what's lucky? Most bad guys don't ask you to be romantic on command, so that probably won't matter.

Oliver: Fear is the natural state of anything that dies.

Sometime, somewhere, life always comes to a fight, and peace always comes to an end.

Whatever, crazy chick who maybe lives here and maybe also breaks into Michael's house when they're all gone. I'm out. Have a nice delusion. -Shayne

He dunked his tea bag and watched the results critically. “I really must get a new supplier. This tea is pathetic. America just doesn’t understand tea at all.