“I get maudlin. Some people drink; some get depressed; some run around having sex with anyone with a pulse. Me, I get philosophical. It’s healthier.”

“shane:do we have a choicemichael:dont think so shane:then screw im gitting tired lets go get eaten.at least then i can get some sleep”

“SHANE:WANT SOME SHANE ASKED.COME AND GET IT BAT BOYMICHAEL:YOUR NOT MY BLOOD TYPE BRO”

“I'd blurted out the question only to keep him from noticing that I was working my hands free, but the Warden behind me, some young brown-haired surfer dude, yelled a warning. "She's getting loose!"Narc.”

“I drink blood, you eat tacos, get the f*ck over it!" -Michel Glass”

“You’re kind of a psycho. I get that.”“I might be,” Monica agreed, and gave her a slow, strange smile. “You’re one smart little freak. Now run away, smart little freak, before I change my mind and stick you in one of these old suitcases for some architect to find a hundred years from now.”Claire blinked. “Archaeologist.”Monica’s eyes turned winter cold. “Oh, you’d better start running away now.”

“Well, now I'm all jealous. I wish I had little voices in my head. Guess I'll just have to settle for people really being out to get me." "Bitch," she said cordially. "Bimbo.”