Hannah leaned against the wall. “Mind if I call shotgun?” Since you’re carrying one? Feel free.
There is no such thing as unlimited trust. At some point, all beings with free will can, and will, betray you when you’re no longer pursuing the same goals.
I’d blurted out the question only to keep him from noticing that I was working my hands free, but the Warden behind me, some young brown-haired surfer dude, yelled a warning. “She’s getting loose!” Narc.
Yeah, I know. Terror Aerobics. Just wait until they get it at the gym. It’ll be bigge than pilates. – Eve.
The problem with ruling by fear is that eventually, when the fear fades, fury replaces it.
You brought me grenades. You are officially the best girlfriend ever.
When things seem calmest, that is the time you should fear the most, it’s when you have the most to lose.
Yeah, and by the way? How much does it suck that I’m an adult if I kill somebody, and not if I want a beer?
Oliver: You turned me down. So why, I wonder, did you decide Amelie would be a better choice? Claire: She smells better. And she made me cookies.
And that, Claire thought, was why Morley had been right about this, even if he was a complete vampire about it. You had to save what you could. Amelie had understood that all along, Claire realized. That was why Morganville existed. Because you had to try.
No way they could threaten him, not even with Amelie; he’d already given Amelie the finger on the way out of Morganville and he clearly wasn’t worried about her coming after him – or, if so, what would happen when she did.
Turn down the porn soundtrack! Trying to concentrate here!-Shane.
Well, I can throw a mean comeback, so there’s that. I will crush them on wit.
God is forgiving or we would not still be walking this world. But to be moral is not to need his divine forgiveness, I think.
Shane? Thank God, somebody sane. Well, sane-ish.
They don’t know you’re secretly a badass?
Mom and Dad had a lot to answer for, she decided. She couldn’t even be rude to evil vampires who’d caged her boyfriend and were preparing to roast him alive.
Eve was still frowning at the pasta like she suspected it was going to do something clever, like try to escape from the pot.
Whatever, crazy chick who maybe lives here and maybe also breaks into Michael’s house when they’re all gone. I’m out. Have a nice delusion. -Shayne.
That’s kind of a leap, but the Russian judge gave you a nine point five for style, so okay.