“How do you kill a vampire? "Silver bullets?”“That’s werewolves.”“Cloves of garlic?”“That’s French bread.”

“A vampire?” MacAullif said.There is no way I can do justice to the skepticism, sarcasm, and mistrust with which MacAullif managed to imbue the word.“That’s right.”“You want me to find a vampire?”“I’d be relieved if you could. I’m afraid he might be dead.”

“It is my personal belief that writing cannot be taught.”

“Sir, it smells like bananna's...maybe you should get that looked at. Quiet down soldier....get your shit together and prepare for attack.”

“Let those love now, who never lov'd before, / Let those who always lov'd, now love the more.”

“We're all here to take care of ourselves, and ourselves only. This is how I look at it: if a gunman rampaged through the flats, I'd barricade Mum and me in our place and forget about anyone else on our floor. If the gunman broke into our flat then I'm not entirely sure I'd take a bullet for Mum, or vice versa. When it comes down to it, we're all on our own. Once you realise that, life becomes simpler.”

“You need to wear this." Amelia holds up a chunky silver necklace studded with gemstones. I can't help scrunching up my face. It's one fugly piece of bling.”