“Whatever. I just won’t have Elena hurt, is all. Or the little red-headed witch.” “Ah, yes, sweet Bonnie. I wouldn’t mind one or two like her. One for Samhain and one for the Solstice.”Damon snorted drowsily. “There aren’t two like her; I don’t care where you look. I won’t have her hurt either.”

“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!”