“It's not like I want to get discovered, exactly, the way you hear actresses getting picked off at diners. It's more about my own road to discovery like pecking my way out of a shell. I just want to roll deep with a pack of talented bastards. Doesn't everybody?”

“That's how I want to go. Taking my own way out and totally pissing everybody off at the end.”

“Jack: "Isn't your real name like Seven or Thirteen or something like that? I don't get why you picked Six. it's possibly the worst number you could pick." Six: "I'm going to accept your insults for that they are. Just your way of burying your devastation over my impending absence." Jack: Bury my insults wherever you want. There'll be more to come when you get back in six months.”

“Well, I try my best to be just like I am,But everybody wants you to be just like them,They sing while you slave and I just get bored”

“I think Adrian really likes you. Like, in a wanting-to-be-serious way.""Nope. He likes me in a wanting-to-get-the-clothes-off-the-cute-dhampir way.”

“I want to get you out of here.""Don't you mean you want me to get you out of here?"He took my hand—yeah, my hand again. I was liking this. A lot. "No, I mean I want to get you out. This shouldn't be your life. You deserve a lot more. Like a locker.""And a driver's license?""Let's not get carried away.”