You're much shorter than my mom.""Brat, " she said, surprised into a giggle."That's no way to talk to a vampire.""Bloodsucking brat.""Better" he said.

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.

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!

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...?

What refuge is there for the victim who is oppressed with the feeling that there are a thousand new books he ought to read, while life is only long enough for him to attempt to read a hundred?

Environment' is a term that creates no pictures in the mind, which is why I have begun to use 'natural world' or 'living planet' instead.

Never do today what you can do tomorrow, because something may occur to make you regret your premature action.

The problem with you, son, is that all your brains are in your head. (to a Liverpool trainee)

How many times had those awful words - "I know what I'm doing" - been uttered throughout history as prelude to disaster?

The Israeli mentality was totally different to mine. They just didn't understand people like me. They couldn't understand why I had been in a ghetto. We were totally different.

And I quote, Michael Cole is still a massive tool!

Too many people spouting too many words, and in the end those words will turn to bullets and stones.

Writing is an antidote for loneliness.

No matter how small, a favor deserves thanks.