“I mean, it's not like he's Damon Salvatore hot”

“It's not wrong to hustle hustlers. It's like killing murderers, a public service. -Damon Salvatore”

“Well, the name is Salvatore. As in Savior - Damon Salvatore”

“Have I mentioned how hot Michael is? Hot, hot, hot. I mean, all guitar players are crushworthy - it's like it's issued with the talent - but I've been noticing lately that he is total Hottie McHottie of Hotland. Not that I could tell him that. Luckily, he is a boy. Hence, too dense to figure out why I'm staring at his ass.”

“So," dark Susurre said quietly, "if you follow the curve... in a way your Damon did die to save Fell's Church from another massacre like the one on that Japanease island. He kept saying that was what he'd come to the Nether World to do. Do you not think he would be satisfied? At peace?""At PEACE?!" Stefan spat bitterly, and Sage growled."Woman," you obviously have never met Damon Salvatore before." The tone in his voice--more resonant, more threatening somehow--made Elena finally break off her staredown with the red-haired Idola. She turned and looked----and saw the enormous room filled with Sage's outspread wings.”

“Blood mattered. Damon mattered. Even if i wished he didn't.”