“Another thing I don't want on my tombstone," Shane said.
You have others?" Claire asked.
He held up one finger. "I thought it wasn't loaded," Shane said. Second finger. "Hand me a match so I can check the gas tank." Third finger. "Killed over ice cream. Basically, any death that requires me to be stupid first.”
“Shane looked down at the staked vamp at his feet. 'Claire?'
'Yes?'
'You staked a vampire with a number two pencil.'
'I didn’t actually check the number.'
'Have I told you lately how freaking awesome you are?'
She tried to smile, but her heart was fluttering in her chest now, and not in a good way. 'Compliments later. We really need to get out of here and get to the car. Any ideas?'
'Find another pencil and I’ll pin this one down, too,' Michael said.
'You know how weird that sounds, right?' Shane said. 'Right, never mind. Number two pencil, coming up. Why do I feel like we’re taking a test?”
“My dad used to say that life's a journey, but somebody screwed up and lost the map.”
“The universe explodes, hell freezes, and Shane does something resonable.”
“Seriously,” Shane said, “this kind of is the worst situation we’ve ever been in, right?”
“Speak for yourself,” Michael said. “I got myself killed last year. Twice.”
“Oh yeah. You’re right—last year really sucked for you.”
“I'm a vampire, idiot. I don't have x-ray vision." "Some supernatural monster you are, remind me to trade you in for a werewolf, bro. Probably be more useful right now.”
“I am never taking a trip with either of you ever again.' Eve said. 'Ever.'
Excellent' Shane said. 'Then next trip, we hit the strip bar.'
I have a gun, Shane,' Eve sighed.
What, you think i actually loaded yours?'
Eve flipped him off, and Claire laughed.”
“Expecting anybody else?' Shane asked Eve. 'Your distant cousin Jack the Ripper dropping by too?'
'Screw you, Collins.”
“I knew we’d wear them down,' Eve said. 'After all, we really are amazingly cool.' And now it was Eve’s turn for the high five with Shane. 'For a bunch of misfit geeks, slackers, and losers.'
'Which one are you?' Shane asked. She flipped him off. 'Oh, right. Loser. Thanks for reminding me.”
“Shane dragged Eve's suitcase into the room and dumped it on the floor beside her bed. “Hey, Dark Princess? Here’s your crap. Also, bite me.”
“You can’t be serious,” Eve said. “Guys. People get eaten in places like this. At the very least, we get locked in a room and terrible, evil things get done to us and put on the Internet. I’ve seen the movies.”
"Eve,” Michael said. “Horror movies are not documentaries.”
“Hey,” Shane said from the other side of the bars. “Trade you cigarettes for a chocolate bar.”
Funny,” Eve said. She was almost back to her old unGothed self again, though there were still red splotches on her cheeks and around her eyes. “How come you’re always behind bars, troublemaker?”
Look who’s talking. I didn’t try to outrun the cops in a hearse.”
That hearse had horsepower.” Eve got that moony look in her eyes again. “I love that hearse.”
“I am not getting you a brain, because I am not that kind of assistant, Dr. Frankenstein.”
“Shane was silent a moment, then let out a long breath. "I bet I could convince you if I could get through these bars. . . ."
"You'd get arrested all over again."
"Well, you're just that tempting. Jailbait." He kissed her fingers, which made her shiver all over; his lips lingered warm on her skin, reminding her of what it felt like to be alone with him, in that timeless...”
“Don’t,” Michael said. It was soft, and it was a warning, through and through. “You try to hurt her again and I’ll pull your arm off.”
“Oh, he is cute!” Shane said in a fake girly voice. “Gee, maybe we can ask him out!”
“Shut up, you weasel. Claire, hit him!”
“Jeez, Claire. If I didn't love you, you'd scare me.”
“He (Michael) was gone in a whisper of air, hardly making any sound at all, and Claire shivered and leaned against Shane’s solid, very human warmth. His arms went around her, and he touched
his lips lightly to the back of her neck. “How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we’ve had?”
“I sweat perfume. Like all girls.”
“Morley joined them, and after a long, uncomfortable moment, Mrs. Grant decided to ignore his presence. The
guards didn’t. Their knuckles were white on their weapons.
May I assist?” he asked, and put his hands behind his back. “I promise not to eat anyone.”
Very funny,” Mrs. Grant said. Morley gave her a grave look.
I wasn’t joking, dear lady,” he said. “I do promise. And I never make a promise I don’t intend to keep. You
should feel quite secure.”
Well, I’m sorry, I don’t,” she said. “You’re just—”
Too overwhelmingly dashing and attractive?” Morley grinned. “A common problem women face with me.
It’ll pass. You seem like the no-nonsense sort. I like that.”
Claire smiled at the look on Mrs. Grant’s face, reflected in the white LED light of the lantern she was holding.
You are really—odd,” the older woman said, as if she couldn’t quite believe she was even having the
conversation.”
“He held up one finger. "I thought it wasn't loaded" Shane said. Second finger. "Hand me a match so I can check the gas tank." Third finger. "Killed over ice cream. Basically, any death that requires me to be stupid first."
Michael shook his head. "So what's on your good list?"
"Oh you know. Hero stuff that gets me rerun on CNN, Like I died saving a busload of supermodels" Claire smacked his arm. "Ow! Saving them! What did you think I meant?”
“why don't you just get the bunny slippers with fangs Myrin?”
“How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?"
"I sweat perfume. Like all girls.”
“She keeps asking me where we're going."
"Yeah," another voice said. It was Shane, pulling up a chair beside Claire. "Girls do that. They've always got to be taking the relationship somewhere."
"That's not true!"
"It is," he said. "I get it; somebody's got to be looking ahead. But it makes guys think they're-"
"Closed in," Michael said.
"Trapped," Shane added.
"Idiots," Claire finished.”
“And that, Claire thought, was why Morley had been right about this, even if he was a complete vampire about
it.
You had to save what you could.
Amelie had understood that all along, Claire realized. That was why Morganville existed. Because you had to
try.”
“Fate" Eve said with a sigh
"I'm not sure fate had to burn up your car to get the point across," Shane said, buckling his own seatbelt.
"No, not that. The hearse. I'm going to name it Fate."
Shane stared at Eve for a long, long few seconds, then slowly shook his head. "Have you considered medication, or-"
She flipped him off.
"Ah. Back to normal. Excellent.”
“You couldn't be romantic if your life depended on it." "You know what's lucky? Most bad guys don't ask you to be romantic on command, so that probably won't matter.”
“Amo esta soledad, lejos de los problemas de la vida en común.”
“In the fatal course of the most painful ailments, sometimes […], sometimes there occur sweet mornings of perfect repose- and that not owning to some blessed pill or potion […] or at least without our knowing that the loving hand of despair slipped us the drug.”
“I fear you may become a lonely man, even in the company of others.”
“No one's making any decisions today," Mom translated. "It's late, and we're all tired and a little overwhelmed. Besides, Lucius, Jessica is not ready to contemplate marriage. She hasn't even kissed a boy yet, for goodness' sake."
Lucius smirked at me, raising one eyebrow. "Really? No suitors? How shocking. I would have thought your pitchfork skills would be attractive to certain bachelors here in farm country.”
“Five trolls in a dra-a-a-a-ag,' the four-inch man sang from my shoulder. 'Four purple condoms, three French ticklers, two horny vamps and a succubus in the snow.”
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