Quotes from Michelle Knudsen

Maybe… they are stocking high schools across the country with hot young librarians as part of a massive literacy initiative.

Meg, I'm not suddenly some kind of all-knowing dragon expert, you know.

Musical theater can save you, even if only for two or three hours at a time.

Anything really is possible in musical theater.

Maybe it's not even his master plan; maybe it's, like, the American Library Association's master plan, and they are stocking high schools across the country with hot young librarians as part of a massive literacy initiative.

An evil librarian is taking over the school. He appears to be making my best friend his special evil library monitor.

I am pinned to my seat with pity and horror and a weird, twisted affection laced with longing and traces of lust.

He said my name. He knows what my name is. He spoke it out loud and used it in a sentence.

Every demon loves Sweeney Todd, you know. It's kind of a given.

He looks at me again and the flames vanish and the knife is gone and his voice goes light and breezy and all coffee-shop conversational, as if he wasn't just one second ago impaling me with fiery eyes and discussing the dark fate of my best friend and the souls of all my classmates.

Finally, eternal gratitude to all the (100 percent non-evil) librarians and other library staffers I have known and worked with and been helped and inspired by over the years. I don't know where I would be without you!

But, hey. Out of all the demons I have met, she is my favorite by, like, infinity.

Mr. Gabriel is clearly insane, evil and dangerous and insane (and let's not forget, you know, a demon).

Laundromat, mini-mart, nail salon, pet shop, Books of Darkness.

I just want to build the set for the show and be secretly in love with Ryan and not have to fight demons.

I love my minions.

He's doing some kind of demony witch-craft (demoncraft?), and there is someone's blood all over the place, and do evil murdering demon librarians generally let witnesses to their crimes go running off into the late afternoon to tattle to the world? No. No, they don't.

Because, you know, evil demon librarians, not so much known for the honesty policy.

There is buzz among the populace.

After all of this, I do not want to be eaten by some random demon who just wanted a postshow snack.

But you're - your'e not-' Ryan stops, swallows, starts again. 'You're not human,' he says.

Strangely, the job description did not specify that as a requirement.

I may not be evil, but that doesn't mean I'm a saint.

It's not supposed to work that way, her brother said. Marilyn just looked at him. She didn't think he was right about that. She thought there were a lot of different ways that things could work.