“It was great spending the nights with him, but sometimes, she needed a little break from him and the her that she became around him.”

“Words that had looked so strong on the page, which ran through his mind like music, now shriveled in the air around him.”

“She knew where they were going. She had visited Kilmainham Gaol before, wrapped in its brooding walls lest the ghosts it housed should break free and point accusing fingers at those who used the reins of power to drive the horses of personal ambition. It was a sad place where the residue of human suffering lingered – it had no place else to go.”

“My mother always said that I would come to a bad end but I never thought she meant this - writing allegory in literal times.”

“She pressed her hand to her thudding heart. A gadda, here, in her store. And for just a moment there, she had found him attractive. She shivered.”

“Are you sayin' it's okay to throw yourself at someone for the sake of art but it's not okay to go around bein' nice?”

“He looked at the carpet, where moments before the creature had lain, then at her again. She didn't seem rattled. "Who are you, Buffy?"She smiled. "Did that look like a vampire?" She sat down next to him and took a sip from her own whiskey.”