“I could remember a half-dozen incidents in which I'd come much closer to death, but I could never recall any past moronic stunt that filled me so completely with disgust.”

“It's a good thing we don't know when we start out that when we arrive we haven't gone anyplace.""What's wrong with success?" Kelly asked, exasperated. "You just walked out on the biggest hit show on Broadway, something you'd always wanted. Why did you leave?""Because, Kelly," I said slowly, "nothing, but nothing is half as good as you expect it to be.”

“I wasn't born with any innate talent. I've never been naturally gifted at anything. I always had to work at it. The only way I knew how to succeed was to try harder than anyone else. Dogged persistence is what got me through life. But here was something I was half-decent at. Being able to run great distances was the one thing I could offer the world. Others might be faster, but I could go longer. My strongest quality is that I never give up.”

“You promise you'll never leave?" "Not even death could make me leave.”

“I felt as if I had gotten to the point where I could no longer trust myself. I was not the same person any longer. My whole genetic makeup had somehow been altered by him and I was a brand new person, one that was completely foreign to me.”

“I ran out of the darkened bar into the glaring daylight. it was so bright it took a full minute for my eyes to adjust before i could make out where I'd left my car. Light is funny that way. Too much of it can blind you”

“I'd been around other weres and never tasted a single one before Lucas passed me on the street last night. It was more than a little disconcerning. Lucas had told me it was an indication of the soul-bond I shared with him, so why could I taste Desmond? Surely it wasn't possible to be soul-bonded to two people. And why did I suddenly want a margarita?”