“Why do you have to make everyone hate you? (Talon)What? You want to be my friend now, Celt? If I clean up my act, will you be my buddy? (Zarek)You’re such an asshole. (Talon)Yeah, but at least I know what I am. I have no pretensions. You don’t know if you’re a Druid, a Dark-Hunter, or a playboy. You lost yourself a long time ago in the dark hole where you buried the parts of you that once made you human. (Zarek)You are lecturing me on humanity? (Talon)Ironic as hell, isn’t it? (Zarek)”

“You don’t like Talon, do you? (Sunshine)Wish him dead every time I see him. (Zarek)I can’t tell if you mean that or not. (Sunshine)I mean it. (Zarek)Why? (Sunshine)He’s an asshole and I’ve had enough assholes in my life. (Zarek)”

“Nick’s right, you are psychotic. (Talon)The correct term is sociopathic and yes, I am. But at least I have no delusions about myself. (Zarek)Meaning? (Talon)Take your meaning wherever you can find it. (Zarek)”

“You know, if I were a negative person, I would be seriously annoyed right now. (Talon)You sound annoyed to me. (Wulf)No, this isn’t annoyed. This is mild perturbance. Besides, you should see these guys. ‘Hey, Gorgeous George, I think I smell a Dark-Hunter.’ ‘Oh no, Dick, don’t be a dick. There’s no Dark-Hunter here.’ ‘I dunno…’ ‘Wait, I smell tourist. Tourist with big…strong soul.’ (Talon)Would you stop? (Wulf)Talk about inkblots. (Talon)”

“Zarek? (Astrid)What?! (Zarek)Don’t use that tone with me. I like to know where people are in my house. Be nice, or I’ll make you wear a cowbell. (Astrid)”

“(Zarek attacks Valerius.)Cease! I know it’s been a long time since you were around another Dark-Hunter, Z, but remember, whatever you do to him, you will feel it tenfold. (Acheron)Pain I can take, it’s him I can’t. (Zarek)”