“I could boast that I was a man, but I could not claim with equal certainty that I was a human being.”

“Well, I think we just had a date," he answers quietly; then, frowning, adds, "At least I think that's what it was. I told my boss I had a date. Hope that's okay?God, could he be any more adorable? Could he?”

“Life is cruel enough without unnecessary brutality. Fight it.”

“Happy Christmas, Clara. Xx.Yes, I know. I know that text doesn't look like much. But... actually. First note the comma. I feel proud of his comma, and of being his comma's recipient.”

“Maybe she's got a Facebook page, like every other kid in America. We could put something on her wall."Her eyes lit up very briefly before she slumped. "No, she's far too paranoid for that.""I was joking.""Yes, but you know how kids are about Facebook.""But she's hiding from an eight-foot-tall sociopathic werewolf wizard who can call down lightning bolts.""We're also talking about Facebook."Tristan contemplated her. "I think I need to feed you. Your blood sugar must be getting low.”

“Hey, I can cook.""How do you know? You haven't eaten anything since before the Norman Conquest.""I've never had any complaints.""Given the infants you date, I'm not surprised. You could serve them sawdust and they'd eat it with a smile, dazzled by the swing of your broadsword.""What do you know about the swing of my broadsword?""More than I care to. Women talk."Which shut him up, as he started wondering who'd said what.”

“This may be impossible for you to believe," Colt said in a hushed voice, "but as recently as last year, I was a hyper, naive-albeit extremely good-looking-minor myself.""And now you're a persistent, outdoorsy, unshaven man-boy who cavorts with clones of your former self?"Colt plucked a round stone out of the water. "I prefer boy-man, but the rest of the sentence sounded fairly accurate.”