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!

Myrnin said softly. "And how is it that you do not understand that HERE, in THIS place, this girl belongs to me, not to you?

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.

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.

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

An intriguing world where vampires rule, only the strongest survive, and romance offers hope in the darkest hours.

She can go with us to the lab and keep Myrnin pinned down while we pull the plug, if he's not... you know, better.""Define BETTER with that guy.""Not all fangs and raaaaar.

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.

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.

I never meant it, " he was saying. "Never meant it to happen. Can't stand it, seeing her suffer. Must do something, do something... What do I do? What can I do...?

Does it give you déjà voodoo how alike the houses are?""That's déjà vu, and I hate you right now

Believe so brightly that everyone sees the beauty in believing.

I believe the meaning of life is the relationships we have with each other." 

To depart from righteousness is to choose a life of crushing burdens, failures, and disappointments, a life caught in the toils of endless problems that are never resolved.

I definitely know that I'm quirky. I know that I'm different. Red hair definitely made me different growing up.

What differences were there between Maradona and Platini?

Writers are liars my dear, surely you know that by now?

There is nothing wherein their womanliness is more honestly garnished than with silence.

Thank God for the bomb. Nuke ya, nuke ya.

Teach me your mood, O patient stars. Who climb each night, the ancient sky. leaving on space no shade, no scars, no trace of age, no fear to die.

Sesame oil is probably my favorite condiment, period.