I'm going to need to save you.""Excuse me? No one needs-""I'm saving you, so shut up and be grateful.

That's trouble. The pixies will sour your milk." "I thought it was hobgoblins who soured milk." "A dirty lie. Spread by the pixies, no doubt.

Sex, a switchblade, and motorcycle lessons. You really are making sure my night ends on a high note.

A knock came at the door. Everyone looked up. Elena's nostrils flared and she leaned over to whisper something to Clay. Fuck, he muttered. Keep talking, Jaime. It's only Cassandra. She can wait....

Tori joined us for dinner --in body, at least. She spent the meal practicing for a role in the next zombie movie, expressionless, methodically moving fork to mouth, sometimes even with food on it.

Cleavage is great," she said. "Like an extra pocket.

Go out and ask her into the alley."...

I just... I understand you might want to start dating more seriously, and that means dating someone from town. But if you're going to do that..." This time he took a long drink of coffee, and the mug...

I moved up beside Jamie."I have to go."She frowned at me. "Where?"I pressed a hand to the bottom of my belly. "My bladder.It-"Ah." She gave a small laugh. "We interrupt this life-or-death situation...

We scarified a mosquito. I bet that's what did it. It was probably a virgin too.

I let out a laugh that sounded more like the yip of a startled poodle. "Superp-powers? I wish. My powers aren't winning me a slot on the Cartoon Network anytime soon... except as a comic relief. Ghost...

Another werewolf thing. Like most animals, we spent a large part of our lives engaged in the three Fs of basic survival. Feeding, fighting and... reproduction.

Nick: How? Are you a vampire or something? What made you immortal?Acheron: Real good DNA.

If you want to know the Correct term for me, I'm a Dark-Hunter."Nick digested that word slowly. "Which means what? You hunt darkness?""Yes, Nick. That's exactly what I do. There's just not enough of...

Ash paused as he entered the house to find the three women lined up and... singing to... dear gods, anything but this."Fergilicious."All he needed was for Simi to be here and off-key with them since...

Sunshine, I... Starla's voice broke off as she entered the room and caught sight of him standing naked in the corner. She eyed him in an odd, detached way, as if he were an interesting piece of...

A singer can shatter glass with the proper high note," he said, "but the simplest way to break glass is simply to drop it on the floor.

Here's to another year and let's hope it's above ground.

The gym cat appears to those who will die. He is our totem. This thought came to me a few weeks ago. I shared it with no one of course.

Wizened and white, with brown blotched on her face the size and complexity of unshelled peanuts, Midge had a jitter in her head that made her pew like a chicken trying to make up its mind what to...

There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.

But you have to understand, mental illness is like cholesterol. There is is good kind and the bad. Without the good kind- less flavor to life. Van Gogh, Beethoven, Edgar Allen Poe, Sylvia Plath, Pink...

I'll tell you something. Once I was very fond of a poem by Emily Dickinson or somebody. I only remember one line of it, but it goes, 'The soul selects her own society.' I used to tell it to everybody....

We even talked like Hemingway characters, though in travesty, as if to deny our discipleship: That is your bed, and it is a good bed, and you must make it and you must make it well. Or: Today is the...

When he turned his head quickly his hair seemed to shake out light, and some persons thought they saw decided genius in this coruscation. Mr. Casaubon, on the contrary, stood rayless.

Society never made the preposterous demand that a man should think as much about his own qualifications for making a charming girl happy as he thinks of hers for making himself happy. As if a man...

It is one of the major tragedies that nothing is more discomforting than the hearty affection of the Old Friends who never were friends.

The Maker of the universe with stars a hundred thousand light-years apart was interested, furious, and very personal about it if a small boy played baseball on Sunday afternoon.

I never indulge commonplace thoughts," said Sir Vincent... "Not, at all events,in relation to the Grand Sophy.

Sir, do you know how they were used to fill balloons, and how they now do it?No, said Alverstoke. I've no doubt, however, that I soon shall.He was right. From then on Felix, who had acquired a...