“Do you want to talk?""Nope." Another drink. "I want to sit in the dark, and brood, and drink until I'm sober again.”

“He tossed back the last of the blood. "I'm going to be young forever. I can do anything I want. Drink as much as I want. Sleep with anyone. Live a life of debauchery. And I'll never change. I'm like Dorian Gray." His eyebrows knit together, and he thought for a moment. "Without all the homosexual undertones.”

“Love triangles are a bitch," Angelica said."So are you," Caitlin murmured.The vampire laughed. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.”

“I want to drink you until there’s nothing left. I want you to magically rematerialize so I can do it again. I want a phoenix that will rise from the ashes just so I can keep burning her. I thought I knew madness, but I didn’t know it before you.”

“An alcoholic is someone you don't like, who drinks as much as you do.”

“At this rate I never want to talk to you again. Stay mad at me, Allie. It allows us to communicate in other ways.”

“Let us begin with a simple line,Drawn as a child would draw it, To indicate the horizon,More real than the real horizon,Which is less than line,Which is visible abstraction, a ratio.The line ravishes the page with implicationsOf white earth, white sky!”