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Keep it. It is thine," she said as he rose with the diamond between his thumb and fingers. "A token." She was smiling. Glowing, her eyes shining with tears of elation. "So thou wilt not forget her flight.

Why are you only wearing one shoe? he asked. I lost the other. It upsets me to talk about it.

But what struck me as I followed the paper trail through each life was that while extraordinary circumstances produce extraordinary women, food makes them recognizable.

She was the rare feminist, possibly the only feminist, with an unabashed commitment to male supremacy.

Christ,Syn, said another male.You are out of your fucking mind. That's right,Frosty; Synjon said against Petra's ear.Mad as a hatter.

That's 'cause you're feelin' all sentimental, Cole said in an overly sweet voice.

Franklin can see you. How long has she been missing?" "Four days." It felt like forever.

You look wonderful, Jason said. No compliments, Jason. I'm uncomfortable enough in the lingerie. Then by all means take it off.

Jesus, are all vampires over two hundred perverts? I am over two hundred, Jean-Claude said. I rest my case.

Theresa strode over to us in a swish of cloth. Enough of this, animator. He can't do it, so he pays the price. Either leave now, or join us at our...feast. Are you having rare Who-roast-beast? I asked. What are you talking about? It's from Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas. You know the part, 'And they'd Feast! Feast! Feast! Feast! Feast! They would feast on Who-pudding and rare Who-roast-beast.' You are crazy. So I've been told.

Edward smiled, I smiled, even Bernardo smiled. Olaf just looked sinister.

I just don't believe in helping people who are going to torture me. Though I don't see any bamboo slivers. How can you possibly torture someone without bamboo slivers?

I sounded like Horton the Elephant. A person is a person no matter how small. What the hell was I doing standing in the middle of a cave, in the dark, surrounded by wererats, quoting Dr. Seuss, and trying to kill a one-thousand-year-old vampire?

And your excuse?' I asked. 'I'm a sociopath; I don't have to be nice,' Nicky said. I gave him a look. 'You're mad at him.I can feel it; which means I really don't have to be nice to him.' 'I thought you were friends.' 'What part of sociopath didn't you understand?' he asked.

Zerbrowski said, Try not. Do. Or do not. There is no try. It took me a second to realize that he had just quoted Star Wars to me. It made me smile, and in that moment I loved him, just for that.

If the eyes are the window to the soul, then Edward's in trouble 'cause no one is home.

My right hand was sort of casually near my gun, without looking like I was reaching for my gun. It wasn't easy. Reaching for a gun usually looks like reaching for a gun. No one seemed to notice though. Goody for our side.

In real life I do violence, but for psychic stuff I do other things better.

Because all bad little vampires see me in the end

What's your name? Donald. Hi, Donald, missed you at the wienie roast.

The police await us, our men stand in the cold, and you don't like your coat! Such delicate sensibilities for someone who just fucked a stranger on the floor in front of us all!

Is your hair as soft as all those curls look? No.

Edward wonders why I'm so sympathetic to the monsters. The answer is simple. Because I am one.

I mean, who has a stuffed adult African elephant in their house? It was u-fucking-nique.