Quotes from Lilith Saintcrow

The smell of apple pies didn't quite fill the house, but it was there, a thread under everything else. It was kind of hard to take Christophe seriously when he smelled like baked goods. I wondered if other djampjir smelled like Hostess Twinkies and sniggered to myself.

Almost sure wasn't good enough. Almost sure, in my experience, is the shortest road to oh fuck.

People don't really want to know anything about you. They just want to put you into their little preordained 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 judgements. That's the only way the normal world's like the Real – it all depends on who people think you are. Figure that out, play to what they expect, and it's clear sailing.

Go fuck yourself. Or get spayed. Either would an improvement.

Are you listening, little bird?

I thought I'd pay you a visit, my dear. Since you're so interesting." My mouth shifted into high gear, leaving my brain behind. "You know, you're the second guy in a few days to call me that. You should be more creative.

He hadn't told me everything, but I'd left him for dead. I guess we were just about even.

Would I be as strong as that once I did that thing Christophe was talking about? Blooming? Would I smell like a bakery item? Or was that just him? Did he use pie filling for cologne?

Graves scooched a little closer to me, and I didn't even think about it. I put my arms around him and hugged. I didn't care if it hurt my arm and my ribs and my neck and pretty much every other part of me, my heart most of all. When you're wrecked, that's the only thing to do, right? Hold onto whatever you can. Hold on hard .

First you find out what you have , Dad would say. Then you figure out how to make it work for what you need, 'cause you don't get what you want. You get just what you have and no more.

Sometimes you meet a girl and it's like matter and antimatter. You just hate each other for no damn reason.

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

It truly sucks to doubt your friends when you only have one or two of them, I realized.

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

What you can't run away from, you have to face

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

I'd kind of expected that kids who knew about the Real World wouldn't act like jock dipwads. Guess I was wrong.

He stared at his hot chocolate like it held the secret to the universe.

He wiped away the tears, tenderly, and I forgot to weep as he told me silently everything I always wanted to hear.

I should start charging uncomfortable thoughts rent. Except what would they pay me in? Probably something even worse.

The only one," he murmured. His chin dipped a little bit. "You know that, Dru? You're the only person who's ever believed in me. You know what that'll do to a guy?" What?"I-" "It makes him want to live up to it.

And now here he was in my kitchen. Smelling like apple pies and looking at me with a direct seriousness that made him even cuter. The bruising spreading up the side of his face had halted, and under it he was very pretty. Not jock-pretty, or the hurtful kind of pretty that tells you a guy is too busy taking care of his royal self to think about you.

Graves: It's going to snow. Dru Anderson: Thanks for the warning. Graves: Hey, no problem. First one's free.

You're my friend, Danny. You understand? There's no debt between friends." Maybe it's just that the debt gets so high you stop counting it.