“I dress the way I want. I don`t pretend to be someone I`m not.”

“I don‟t feel awkward at all.”“Don‟t you?”“No. I‟m Daniel Fucking Cross.”I stopped and leaned against a shop front. “Oh. Well.” I drew in a deep breath. “Good. Good.”

“I don´t want to own anything until I know I have found the place where me and things belong together. I´m not quite sure where that is just yet. But I know what it´s like.”

“These little discoveries about my blood are coming about as hard and fast as a racehorse kicking me in the nuts and I‟m really starting to get sick of it. I got messed up blood, whoopdedoo! Why don‟t you dump some in a fuel tank and see if it‟ll run a car or maybe give it to a power company and see if they can make a new type of energy from it, I don‟t give a crap! It‟s in me, it ain‟t going anywhere and neither are the vamps that wanna chug it. This is just a slightly different scientific way of saying „I‟m screwed‟”

“I just don`t want to be the little wife sitting at home. I want to do something worthwhile. ”

“Half of them have beards too, which I´m afraid is a no-go area for me. I don´t spend half my life waxing to end up kissing a bunch of pubes.”