“Death, jewelry, or magic; it sounded like Valentine's Day.”

“A girl could never have too much jewelry or too much weaponry.”

“Accidental sex. He made it sound like I fell down, and there just happened to be an erection in the way.”

“Out last chance is a cat's magic sight. We are doomed.”

“Death, especially violent death, will turn the meanest bastard in the world into a nice guy. Why is that?”

“I sounded like Horton the Elephant. "A person is a person no matter how small." What the hell was I doing standing in the middle of a cave, in the dark, surrounded by wererats, quoting Dr. Seuss, and trying to kill a one-thousand-year-old vampire?”

“You can not die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world where my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.”