“Francesca: It's still a bit cold yet.Michael: Never stopped John and me.Francesca: Yes, well, you're Scottish. Your blood circulates quite well half frozen.”

“You're a cold bitch, Dallas.""Yes, I am.""Well, I suppose if I'd been murdered I'd want a cold bitch looking for my killer.”

“Well, my love,” said Alexia with prodigious daring to Lord Maccon, “shall we?” The earl started to move forward and then stopped abruptly and looked down at her, not moving at all. “Am I?” “Are you what?” She peeked up at him through her tangled hair, pretending confusion. There was no possible way she was going to make this easy for him. “Your love?” “Well, you are a werewolf, Scottish, naked, and covered in blood, and I am still holding your hand.” He sighed in evident relief. “Good. That is settled, then.”

“well i think its quite obvious that if you're going to rely on something to carry your wishes, you might as well know where exactly it has come from and where it intends on going”

“I didn’t need your help. (Angelia)Believe me, I’m well acquainted with your willingness to stab and kill in cold blood. (Fury)”

“As the avenues and streets of a city are nothing less than its arteries and veins, we may well ask what doctor would venture to promise bodily health if he knew that the blood circulation was steadily growing more congested!”