“I'm in crisis. I'm about to bump with a five-foot chino-chicano.”

“Oh. No wonder I'd been sick. I hadn't eaten anything since then. I'm a girl who likes her meals, so it hadn't been a weight-loss tactic. I'd just been too busy bumping from crisis to crisis. Go on the Sookie Stackhouse Narrow Avoidance of Death Diet! Run for your life, and miss meals, too! Exercise plus starvation.”

“I'm a woman. Forty-five in female years (which is about a hundred and thirty in male years - bastards).”

“I'm six foot four - hello. And with hair, heels, and attitude... I'm through the mother-freakin' roof!”

“If you so much as set foot downtown, you will be sorry. I'm in a prayer group with the D.A., I'm a member of the NRA and I'm always packing.”

“Duncan, what are you?""Human!" Duncan cried, trembling with excitement."More specific," Liam said, still dramatically."A five-foot-two human!""I'm going for hero here," Liam hinted under his breath.”