“Can I help you up?”"No,” she said bitterly. “I prefer to drag myself along the hardwood floor.”"Bitch,” I said, squatting to help her up.”

“We could go back," he said. In the dome light of the car, his face looked hard as stone. "We could go back to your house. I can stay with you always. We can know each other's bodies in every way, night after night. I could love you." His nostrils flared, and he looked suddenly proud. "I could work. You would not be poor. I would help you." "Sounds like a marriage," I said, trying to lighten the atmosphere. But my voice was too shaky. "Yes," he said.”

“Sookie: "Eric, when I'm back to being myself, I'm going to nail your ass for putting me in this position of being pledged to you." Eric: Darling, you can nail my ass anytime," he said charmingly, and turned to go back to his table. Pam rolled her eyes. "You two," she said. "Hey this isn't any of my doing," I said, which wasn't entirely true. But it was a good exit line, and I took advantage of it to leave the bar.”

“i hate her skinny thighs and her elitist attitude. i hope she's a dreadful bitch who makes you so miserable that you howl when you remember me.”

“She(Pam) said you had a habit of killing the bartenders of Fangtasia," Felicia said, her lovely doe eyes widewith amazement. "She said I must come to beg your mercy. But you just seem like a human, to me.”

“I would've asked him to bring a shovel and come to help me dig a body up. That was what a boyfriend should do, right?"-Sookie Stackhouse”

“I have a big hole in my heart," I said. "But it'll close over."I don't want to sound all Dr. Phil," she said. "But don't let the scab seal the pain in, okay?"That's good advice," I said. "I hope I can manage it.”