“How white is an Irishman's ass?" Eve wondered out loud."You should know, darling.”

“You should never assume. You know what happens when you assume. You make an ass out of you and me because that's how it's spelled.”

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”

“I know how loud the seconds can sound as you stand by a window and peer out into the night.”

“Hold on a minute." She leaned out the window, shouted at the messenger who'd nearly sideswiped her vehicle with his jet-board. "Police property, asshole. If I had time I'd hunt you down and use that board to beat your balls black.""Darling Eve, you know how that kind of talk thrills and excites me. How can I keep my mind off sex now?”

“Darling you can nail my ass anytime - Eric Northman”