“You think I m deranged! How refreshing. Everyone here takes me so seriously, it s a wonderful change to be thought mentally deficient.”
“I m gonna kill him, Eve said, or at least that was what it sounded like filtered through the pillow. Stake him right in the heart, shove garlic up his ass, and-and- And what? (Michael) When did you get home? Claire demanded. Apparently just in time to hear my funeral plans. I especially like the garlic up the ass. It s...different.”
“Stephenie Meyer: Her vampires are sparkly, which I think we can all agree is wrong.”
“Crap, are you thinking what I m thinking? I m thinking we have about fifteen vampires and no blood, Claire said. Is that it? No, I was thinking we re out of chips. Of course that s what I was thinking.”
“Isabelle! he called again. Let down your raven hair! Oh my God, Clary muttered. There was something in that blood Raphael gave you, wasn t there? I m going to kill him.”
“Sometimes talking to you is like talking to myself: pretty damned annoying.”
“That s brain tissue. How can you-? Claire shut her mouth, fast. Never mind. I don t think I wanna know. Truly, I think that s best. Please take it. He showed his teeth briefly in a very unsettling grin. I m giving you a piece of my mind. I so wish you hadn t said that.”
“Sometimes it s not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you and know, absolutely know, that the sound in the dark is a monster, and it really is as bad as you think. Did that sound hopeless? It didn t feel hopeless. It felt reassuring. It felt - real.”
“The reason people use a crucifix against vampires is because vampires are allergic to bullshit.”
“Goddamn it, do it yourself. You’re five hundred years old and you can’t use a telephone? Read the directions. What are you, an immortal idiot?”
“How often do you have to drink?” “Every night, to feel good. Every few nights, to stay sane.” “Have you ever bitten anyone?” “No. I’m not a murderer.” “Does it have to be fatal every time? The biting? Couldn’t you just drink some of a person’s blood, then walk away?” “I can’t believe you’re asking me this, Snow. You, who can’t walk away from half a sandwich.”
“Reluctantly, I pulled out my necklace and showed it to them. Samuel frowned. The little figure was stylized; I suppose he couldn t tell what it was at first. A dog? asked Zee, staring at my necklace. A lamb, I said defensively, tucking it safely back under my shirt. Because one of Christ s names is The Lamb of God. Samuel s shoulders shook slightly. I can see it now, Mercy holding a roomful of vampire at bay with her glowing sheep. I gave his shoulder a hard push, aware of the heat climbing to my cheeks, but it didn t help. He sang in a soft taunting voice, Mercy had a little lamb...”
“Ever hear of the phrase, Banging you re head on a brick wall? Ah, but you forget, Darren, vampires can break brick walls with their heads.”
“Everything s about my personal entertainment. The world is my stage. Keep it up- you re becoming a star performer in the show.”
“Jealous? Maybe. No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.”
“Eric moved the broom experimentally and made an attempt to sweep the glass into the pan while it lay in the middle of the floor. Of course, the pan slid away. Eric scowled. I d finally found something Eric did poorly.”
“I m here because she s here, and she belongs to me. ~Rephaim”