Quotes About Christine

I don't suppose you cook? Tucker inquired hopefully. Did you think because she can start fires she'd be great with a grill? Gator asked.

She was crawling out from under the huge tour bus when he first caught sight of her. She was small, like a child.

You're so sweet, Gregori, Savannah purred, her voice strong in his mind. I am not sweet, he objected strenuously.

years? Even Kevin? Her beloved

To the rest of the world, she was samurai, to Sam, she was love.

Sarah didn't like complications. Ancient prophecies and broad shoulders and black auras were definite complications.

It was an observation, not a judgment. Shylah liked the way Draden seemed to reserve his conclusions until he had the facts.

Only Gregori gave you blood. And I." "If I were you, I would not bring up the fact that you forced me to take that spell-casting healer's blood.

Evil endured. She knew it did, and Xavier was wholly evil.

You are not helping , Gregori pointed out. And I must say, this is strange to be the one cautioning you against violence. Very funny.

That direct stare spoke volumes of knowledge about secrets she suddenly needed to know. He hadn't said a word, but all she could think was sex. Sin.

You continually surprise me, Malichai, in a good way. There was genuine surprise in her voice.

flowers. From your stalker. What do we have on them? I know their names were on the list for the investigators." "I have the

It was just her luck to be in the worst possible circumstances when she met the hottest man in the entire world.

We can shape-shift whenever we like." She made a face. "You mean all those hideous stories are true? Rats and bats and slimy worm things?" "Now, why would I want to be a slimy worm thing?

I believe you just got spanked, Gregori said. And by a girl.

He added in a preacher's tone: —For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul and blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One moment. A little trouble about those white corpuscles. Silence, all.

Well the way I ended up with my own record is that I did this concert at Wesleyan University. It was just one night and we had no thought of making a record.

But Christine - fear can turn to love. You'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster, this... repulsive carcass who seems a beast but secretly dreams of beauty secretly... secretly. Oh, Christine.

Wolves? I should have known. Of course you have wolves. Doesn't everybody?" She snapped her fingers. "The gun, Lucian. Hand it over. I've decided I have to shoot you after all. It's the only way to preserve my sanity.

Mikhail?...Try making suggestions next time, or just plain asking. You go do whatever it is you're doing, and I'll go search you extensive library for a book on manners. -You will not find it. -Why am I not surprised?

It's a great opportunity for him, though I suspect he's in for a shock about how much people in L.A. would rather talk about films than make them.

The new book is amazing. It's called, The Pleiadian Promise. I get emotional when I just connect to it, because it's really an amazing, powerful, powerful piece of work.

The first piece of 'long' fiction I wrote was a novella parody of Stephen King's 'Christine.' I was in high school, and my version was about a kid with a possessed locker instead of a possessed car. It was also my first attempt at humour, which fell completely flat because no one who read it realized it was a parody!