You've got to try this," I told Bones, handing him the glass. "It's like Cristal and O-Negative had a love child.

The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat

Brush teeth. Wash hair. Rule undead world with an iron fist.

It was ironic; he held her captive, yet she’d captivated him.

You're shagging a woman who can turn into a dragon? Blast you, Charles, I am sick with envy!

I am a nice young girl here to pick up your granddaughter for the weekend... We're going to a Bible retreat to scare the devil out of her. - Bones to Cat's grandparents

You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!

Careful, luv. I might be angry with you, but that doesn't mean I don't still want you. So if you do that again, I'll shag you right here, right now, and sod anyone who wants to watch

That face. That body. And you know he’s packing. Look at the angle on that dangle.

I couldn't help shaking my head as I looked at him. Ian slept like a baby every morning - well, a baby who continually kept one hand down his pants.

Nice to meet you, mate, and here's some advice: Don't even think about it. You try anything with her and I'll neuter you with my bare hands.

Hope makes a gladden heart.

What we did and who we were are just dregs compared to who we are now and how we act when the sword is coming down.

Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beginning, and then you go numb.

When we think about global warming at all, the arguments tend to be ideological, theological and economic.

Each woman needs to know herself and think that the clothes are here to make her more beautiful, because the person is more important than the clothes.

It is not the nature of the task, but its consecration, that is the vital thing.

I cannot cook to save my life. I'm really frighteningly useless, when you get down to it.

We're never gonna survive unless we go a little crazy.

One should rather die than be betrayed. There is no deceit in death. It delivers precisely what it has promised. Betrayal, though ... betrayal is the willful slaughter of hope.

Performing live is the greatest high in the world. That's why I do what I do