Quotes from Rachel Caine

With some enemies, it's safer to let them destroy themselves.

Y si eres tan lista como pareces, deberías saber que es una estupidez creer que la ciencia lo resuelve todo. A veces suceden cosas. Cosas que la física o las mates o esa mierda que se mide en el laboratorio no puede explicar. Las personas no pueden reducirse mediante leyes o principios, Claire. Son... chispas. Chispas de algo hermoso y formidable. Y algunas chispas brillan más que otras

And he doesn't like you to call him Mr. McStabby, you know. Have you ever seen him cutting up that meat? He is like an artist with slicing. And that knife is as long as my arm. Mr. McStabby it is.

You know,' Shane said twenty minutes later, 'I'd feel a whole lot better about the two of us if you didn't think i was the go-to guy for breaking and entering.' She felt a flash of guilt about the breaking-and-entering part -but she had called him- just before her heart did a funny little painful flip and she heard him say again in her head THE TWO OF US.

Bite Me!-Shane Collins to Eve Rosser. The Morganville Vampire Series

She's nice when it suits her. That doesn't mean she's nice.

Myrnin was—for a vampire who looked about twice her age, but was thousands of years older than that—pretty hot. He could be sweet and affectionate one minute, cold and predatory the next, and that kept her from having any kind of crush on him, mostly. Truth was that he'd make a terrible, possibly fatal boyfriend.

Just wanted to remind you that we're out of milk again. And hot sauce. Why are those two always out at the same time? Because those do not go together. I suspect Shane. He'd put hot sauce in anything, Michael said.

I'll be your hands.

Ah, I remember now why you ceased to amuse, Myrnin. You use honesy like a club.

Yeah. She'd manipulated the second most powerful vampire in town into taking her side against a psycho bitch-queen sorority girl. She'd talked rationally about putting people's brains into computers. This was a normal day. No wonder she was screwed up.

Damn. That was stupid, wasn't it? We nearly got killed over ice cream.

We're not exactly going to the wilderness, Shane. You don't have to take everything. There are vending machines.

Books had become a symbol of trust and libraries places of peace and stability. In all the chaos of the world that counted people as different levels of worthy, the Library served all equally. All genders, races, levels of ability. It was the one place they could all be safe

And that was all of it. The machine stretched out in an endless, dizzying series of loops and whirls and weird mechanisms, sprouting wires like tree roots. It didn't look real to her. Neither did Myrnin, as he turned to her with a barely concealed red glow in his eyes.

I'll defend the girl with my last breath," he promised, and clasped his hand dramatically to the chest of his ragged frock coat. "Oh, wait. That doesn't mean much, does it, since I gasped that last breath before the Magna Carta was dry on the page? I mean, of course I'll look after her, with whatever is left of my life.

Next time we commit crime, we'll make sure to include him.

You're their little girl," Shane said. "You know, when I think about it, I'd feel the same way about my own daughter." "You would?" There was something deliciously warm about the fact that he wasn't afraid to say that to her. "So," she said, with an effort at being casual that was probably all too obvious. "You want to have a daughter, then?" He kissed the top of her head. "Hit the brakes, girl.

Tota est scientia Knowledge is all

I've failed you, he said. You just stopped the boy. That's not what I meant. I know what you meant, Oliver. You count too many things as failures when they are merely setbacks. She beckoned him up, and he stood, still intimately close to her. She didn't seem bothered. I feel safer with my old enemy beside me.

In bocca al lupo. It was a phrase that the High Garda used to wish one another luck traveling through the Translation portals, a process that was painful and terrifying and dangerous in equal measure, and it seemed right about now. In the mouth of the wolf. Crepi il lupo, thomas responded as Jess's cell was locked tight, and the he was gone, prodded down the hall and to the outer door and away. Kill the wolf.

And knowledge is the purest form of power.

Her heart was breaking a little bit, because she felt something changing in Myrnin, and she knew that she would no longer be the center of his gravity. He'd always be there for her, and he'd always be her friend, but there was something in the way he held Jesse, stroked her hair, whispered to her in a way that Claire couldn't ever see him doing with her.

He'd been happier in abandoned places, so long as they were quiet and had enough light to read by.