“Nick,” I murmured, “should I ever head into the cellar armed only with a ladle after the police have just warned me that a psychotic killer is on the loose, please slap me.”

“I should say upfront that I have never been in a cellar in my life. In fact, I can see no reason why anyone should ever go into a cellar unless there is wine involved.”

“I just can’t, Nick, okay? Now, please give me a second to lie here in silence and bleed.” – Caleb”

“You better be careful, I've got a ladle. You never know what a trained killer can do with an innocent-looking kitchen utensil.I don't think you're a trained killer.So should I be insulted that you think I'm an amateur killer?”

“This means that I don't have to run faster than the psychotic-maniac-vampire-cannibal, I just have to run faster than whoever is with me when the psychotic-maniac-vampire-cannibal starts chasing us.”

“Don't cry, Ana, please," he murmurs against my mouth. "It was long ago. I am aching for you to touch me, but I just can't bear it. It's too much. Please, please don't cry.”