“Dismissed like a dog. Damon groped for his jacket behind him, found it, and wished that his groping for his sense of humor could be as successful. The faces around him were all the same. They could have been carved in stone.But not stone as hard as that that was coming together again around his soul. That rock was remarkably quick to mend—and an extra layer was added, like the layering of a pearl, but not covering anything nearly so pretty.”

“Very touching," said a voice from the stairway. "Do you want me to imitate a violin?" - Damon”

“It's not wrong to hustle hustlers. It's like killing murderers, a public service. -Damon Salvatore”

“If I let myself care, all I'll feel is pain.”

“Everything he was, he gave to her.”

“Listen to me, Jez. There's no reason for you to die-"Wood...poison."No it isn't! Not to humans. And you're half human. You're vampire enough to survie something that would kill a human, but you're human enough not to be poisoned by wood.”

“She feels lonely all the time, she wants to be accepted, by anyone, on any terms, but she feels apart. As if nobody who really got to know her would trust her.”

“Oh, I'm starting to cry again. That's what happens when you think about life being fair. And I can't explain why it isn't . . . I don't think it's something anybody knows.”

“This was the problem with having walls so hard and high and unscalable, she supposed. When they came down, they crumbled completely, shattering into nothingness. She felt utterly defenseless right now.”

“When you lose someone, it stays with you. Always reminding you of how easy it is to get hurt.”

“Oh hell. They've got Mrs B in a bag!”