Mom and Dad had a lot to answer for, she decided. She couldn’t even be rude to evil vampires who’d caged her boyfriend and were preparing to roast him alive.

What was your name again?" "Still Eve." "No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right.

It's not your enemies who are likeliest to hurt you. It is, always, those you trust.

You'd be surprised what people will do for money that they wouldn't do for love. Myrnin.

I think so,” she [Claire] said. “Just watch your back, okay?” “Nah, Michael’s got mine.” He [Shane] looked straight into her eyes. “I’ve got yours.

Promise me, Amelie, that you’ll crucify me with silver before you allow me to fall in love.” “I hardly think there’s any chance of that,” Amelie said. "I doubt you have the capacity.

Myrnin to Claire: "If anyone comes to bite you while I'm gone - well, try not to attract attention. Die quietly.

I'm worried he's going to ... do something crazy." "He lives in a hole in the ground, dresses funny, and occasionally eats his assistants," Eve said. "Define crazy.

Morely: You're trying to make me [i]Amelie[/i] Oliver: Goodness, no. You'd look terrible in a skirt

See?" she heard Shane yell at the kitchen. "She doesn't stomp around like a cattle stampede!" "Bite me, Collins! No bacon for you, either!

Shane talking to Claire - "In this whole screwed up town, you're the only thing that's always been right to me," He whispered. "I love you, Claire

I deal with first-hand sources. And give the people, even John Sununu, the opportunity to respond to what I've been told by first-hand sources.

Once you've experienced the warmth of an audience, the achievement of getting your first laugh, and entertaining them, singing or playing piano, it just keeps it all going.

I think that teachers have the hardest job in the world, and they are the most unsung heroes so much of the time.

Love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object, and loses itself in the sense of divine mystery.

I don't want your love unless you know i am repulsive,and love me even as you know it.

Survival, I know, is to begin again.

Ultimately when I am with you all, what I see is my Guru. And what is he? He is love.

Aren't we living in a world where heedless men only desire decapitated women?

The way to write well is to live intensely.