Given the way his night had been going so far, he didn't have time to go to jail.

Didn't anyone tell you that size doesn't matter?" "Yes, but I told him to put his pants back on and go home.

You are a vampire. That's big news in my world. I don't generally date the living dead. What sort of dead do you usually date?

Now that I've met you and spoken to you and felt you and tasted you, I'm done. That's it. You're the end for me.

Sarcasm doesn't suit you, Melissa,' Graham growled. 'Really? I've always thought it brings out my eyes.

You have a surprisingly logical mind, for a human. And a female. And a witch.

The wars not over, but this battle is. It’s time to pick up the pieces and move forward.

Wynn picked up the note, unfolded it, and read aloud. "'Call Wynnie-the-Pooh. Out of salt. Important. Dig on Coleman, Garvey/CG Towers, Uncle Griffin. Paris. Bank for box.

A Guardian lover is the last thing you need, Wynn Myfanwy, she told herself sternly. Too bad it was the very first thing she wanted.

He wanted to claim her, to possess her and be possessed, to sink into her soul until neither of them could tell their own being from the other.

She tilted her head to glare up at him. "There you go with the 'little witch' thing again. What did I tell you about that?" Knox grinned unrepentantly. "What can I say? You have bewitched me.

Tell me what’s the differencebetween hope and waitingbecause my heart doesn’t knowIt constantly cuts itself on the glass of waitingIt constantly gets lost in the fog of hope

To fix hearts one must know one's own.

You really are a chameleon, aren't you? Fitting in wherever you go."Aren't we all?" she said...

He was always running or bounding, never just walking. He seemed always at the point of defeating the law of gravity.

There are plenty of people over there who understand the difference. And there are plenty of people over here who understand the difference. It's still one world and it has been for a long time.

I've been around the world and I've had bras made in different places, and each time I'm experiencing the same troubles: the painful shoulders, the underwire cutting into my flesh.

My twerking skills are for the bedroom, not for the club.

In the end you have only you.

Culture looks beyond machinery, culture hates hatred; culture has one great passion, the passion for sweetness and light.

There are many people who consider love a dream, but they usually grow to think of marriage as the cold breakfast.