“Tell me again what we're doing here," I said, running a continuous scan of our surroundings. Fang popped some Cracker Jack into his mouth. "We're here to watch manly men do manly things."I followed Fang's line of sight: He was watching the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, who were not doing manly things, by any stretch of the imagination.”

“The man watched him. Real life is pretty bad?What do you think?Well, I think we're still here. A lot of bad things have happened but we're still here.Yeah.You don't think that's so great.It's okay.”

“Dallas popped his jaw. “I do not cackle. I bitch like a he-man.”

“What is an optimist? The man who says, "It's worse everywhere else. We're better off than the rest of the world. We've been lucky." He is happy with things as they are and he doesn't torment himself.What is a pessimist? The man who says, "Things are fine everywhere but here. Everyone else is better off than we are. We're the only ones who've had a bad break." He torments himself continually.”

“A man must follow through on something once he decides it. I said that, right? But watching your friends get done in without doing something? That’s not being a man at all!”

“We're just people Jo he said quietly. Yeah I suppose. People with fangs who drink blood live a long time and apparently do crafts. She shook her head.”