Shane settled his flamethrower more comfortably on his shoulders. “Ladies? After you.” “Rude,” Claire said. “I was being polite!” “Not when you have a flamethrower.

What was your name again?" "Still Eve." "No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right.

It's not your enemies who are likeliest to hurt you. It is, always, those you trust.

You'd be surprised what people will do for money that they wouldn't do for love. Myrnin.

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.

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.

Myrnin to Claire: "If anyone comes to bite you while I'm gone - well, try not to attract attention. Die quietly.

I'm worried he's going to ... do something crazy." "He lives in a hole in the ground, dresses funny, and occasionally eats his assistants," Eve said. "Define crazy.

Morely: You're trying to make me [i]Amelie[/i] Oliver: Goodness, no. You'd look terrible in a skirt

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!

Shane talking to Claire - "In this whole screwed up town, you're the only thing that's always been right to me," He whispered. "I love you, Claire

...At the end of the day, what matters is our faith in humanity...

It is nobler to declare oneself wrong than to insist on being right --especially when one is right.

The last time anybody made a list of the top hundred character attributes of New Yorkers, common sense snuck in at number 79.

A writer is a spectator, looking at everything with a highly critical eye.

When life gives you something that makes you feel afraid, that's when life gives you a chance to be brave.

There aren't any fences to the imagination, and so there shouldn't be any for books.

It's easy to get people's attention, what counts is getting their interest.

make no mistake about it, the detective-story is part of the literature of escape, and not of expression.

For me emancipation will only be truly reached if a woman can wear makeup and skirts without having her abilities doubted as a result.

In indie rock, there's the phenomenon of: "Oh, this guy seems totally normal, but he's actually crazy." There's more of that out there than you'd think.