Quotes from Lilith Saintcrow

Christophe, with the careful tone of an adult telling a kid not to pet the nice foaming-rabid pooch.

He was the only boy I'd found worth dating in God knows how many schools. I mean, ever since he'd been bitten by a werwulf he'd been rock-steady. The best thing about this totally effed-up situation.

Oh God, Oh God we're all gonna die doesn't really fit the definition of banter, now does it?

Some days, a killing spree seems like a good idea.

Boys always get the best eyelashes; it's like some kind of cosmic law. And half-breed kids get some kind of extra help there from genetics, too.

Richelle Mead delivers sexy action and tongue-in-cheek hellish humor-if damnation is this fun, sign me up!

I don't even have moderately big breasticles. They just look like - well, nevermind what they look like. At least they stay strapped down when I worm into a sports bra.

Touch me again, and it will be your last act in life - Blue Eyes.

God, was I going to have another day of painful thoughts jumping me every time I relaxed? The obvious solution—to just not relax—was kind of sucking.

And ordering me around is exactly the wrong way to make me do what you want.

His shoulder bumped mine again. "Can I ask you something?" I didn't answer. He was going to ask me anyway. People don't say that if they don't want to pry something out of you.

I'm getting really tired of bleeding. Someone stop the world, I want to get off.

The only place their voices were left was in my head. It was better than being alone but it was so, so lonely.

Better to be strong than pretty and useless.

I guess since the groin is the center of a guy's world, he rarely guesses it isn't the center of yours.

So you're a dom, huh? Nice." I stabbed my pancakes again. "Kinky." "You're the one who ties people up, babe.

People don't really want to know anything about you. They just want you to fit into their little predetermined slots. They decide what you are in the first two seconds, and they only get nervous or upset if you don't live up to their snap judgments.

I'm getting really tired of bleeding. Someone stop the world, I want to get off.

His shoulder bumped mine again. "Can I ask you something?" I didn't answer. He was going to ask me anyway. People don't say that if they don't want to pry something out of you.

Jesus, you've got a death wish." "Right now I have a bathroom-and-sleep-somewhere safe wish, kid.

Oh, the testosterone. You could have cut it with a cafeteria spoon.

That's the funny thing about old hurts- they just wait for new heartache to come along and then show up, just as sharp and horrible as the first day you woke up with the world changed all around you.

What do you say when someone takes on a really bad ass, murdering sucker for you? There just aren't words for that.

Boys always get the best eyelashes; it's like some kind of cosmic law. And half-breed kids get some kind of extra help there from genetics, too.