“I'd rather know what you're thinking - even if what you're thinking is insane.”

“He put his cold hands on either side of my face and fixed his golden eyes on mine."Would you please tell me what you're thinking? Before I go mad?”

“And you're worried, not because you're headed to meet a houseful of vampires, but because you think those vampires won't approve of you, correct?”“That's right,” I answered immediately, hiding my surprise at his casual use of the word.He shook his head. “You're incredible.”

“It's hard to tell what a fish is thinking. Eagles are good looking birds, you know.”

“She was thinking what I think she was thinking, wasn't she?”

“Don't you think, then..." Ian paused and leaned closer to me so that I couldn't seem to see anything around his face, just snow and sapphire and ink. "That maybe you should make the most of what time you have? That you should live while you're alive?”

“You're not the center of the universe, you know.”