Quotes from Rachel Caine

Here's a tip...If you leave a girl crying you're probably not doing your Don Juan routine right, asshole.

Desperate people do desperate things. You cannot be one of them. You must be better.

The Morganville in her wanted to tell people to go home and be safe, but she knew that was verging on crazy. The world these laughing people lived in was a very different place. She was in a very different place.

I'm not obliged to defend your dignity. Provided you have any.

With the right books, we can change everything.

As I was smoothing on the last handful across the top of my thigh, I noticed I had company. Lewus was standing there watching me, eyes half-closed but not in the least sleepy. He'd put on his blue jeans, but nothing else... very sexy. I couldn't help but take in the view.

Why? Eve asked between breathless pants. she wasn't much of a runner either. Someone's coming Shane said. Shhhh. Eve choked and strangled on a cough, and muttered got to cut down on the cigarettes. you don't smoke, Claire whispered. then i'm completely screwed.

Shane's head suddenly snapped around, and he turned his whole body after it, facing Myrnin and took a step toward him. He said, in a voice tight with fury, Would that be the dead guard in our damn basement? Well, of course, how many dead guards could there be? Why, did you kill one, too? Wasteful.

Shane sat like a statue if a statue wore headphones and radiated angry coiled tension that made hair stand up on a person's arms. She felt like she was sitting next to an unexploded bomb, and given all of the physics she'd had, she understood what that meant. Talk about potential energy.

Maybe she'd seen too many Japanese horror movies, and maybe it was just a tingle of warning from generations of superstitious ancestors, but suddenly she knew that what Alyssa wanted was not to be saved, but for Shane to join her. In death.

Afternoons are hard. Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don't do them anymore.

Doorman: Good morning Mr. Peaknis Mr. P.: Go to hell

Married and buried, wed and dead.

Follow my finger. He moved it around, tracking my eye movements. Any blurred vision? Well I think I'm hallucinating, because I see a big talking pile of crap. - Joanne Baldwin.

She didn't know what Liam made his coffee with, but it had to be magical sparkles and crack beans, because it was the most delicious stuff she'd ever tasted.

Guys aren't deep enough to need CliffsNotes.

He kicked in the door with one casual blow, leaned in, and said, Please don't run. I'm not in a good mood. Better if you just sit still. He cocked his head and listened, then smiled. Ah, he said. And there he goes. You two wait here.

In real life, you don't get a reset, and you don't get extra lives, and I got the crap pounded out of me.

Shane, honey, in Morganville, friends are the only things that keep you alive.

I know you want me to feel some sympathy for them, but that's not who I am. I care only about those I know, and even then, not all that deeply. Strangers get nothing from me.

Michael might have become a vampire, but watching him stand outside in the night air, breathing in his freedom Claire thought that was as human as it could get.

It is a terrible arrogance to think that there are any of humankind who are better or worse, or worthy or not. It comes of a pitiful need to believe in one's own worth when one is hollow within. We are all worthy. And none of us are, all at once. Once that is acknowledged, that hollow, howling space may be filled with understanding.

Do you imagine that they're going to issue me a citation...what was your name again? Still Eve. No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right.

So, I guess you're there at your new place. Hope it's awesome. If it's not, you'll make it awesome, because that's what you do. It's your superpower.