Rachel Caine citations

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“I so rarely have the chance to field-test anything. Amelie is so conservative about these things -Myrnin”

“I never meant it," he was saying.
"Never meant it to happen. Can't stand it,
seeing her suffer. Must do something, do something… What do I do? What can I do…?”

“Where are you going?” “To get a Coke!” “Would you—” “No!”

“Ah, Morganville. Where dressing to hide bloodstains was just good daily planning.”

“He rose to his feet and padded down the last few steps silently, came up behind Kim, and leaned over her to say, “I vant to drink your blood” in a heavy, fake Dracula accent. She shrieked, flailed, and a zombie ate her brains on-screen."!”

“The rule of the Morrell family was over, and Richard owned a used-car lot and Monica worked at a nail salon, until one day she got run over by a bus. Very sad.”

“You’re not seriously going out again, are you?”
“Seriously, yeah. Bowling. Her name’s Laura. If you want more details, you’re gonna have to download the video like everybody else.”

“Knowing Myrnin, there could be anything inside, from a body he'd forgotten about to his dirty laundry.”

“I have permission to live off campus.” She didn’t say from whom, because it was primarily herself.”

“Hello! Your dear father is unfortunately very dead," he called. "And you said my dispersal system would never work!”

“What in the hell is going on around here?” she yelled. “Could you guys keep it down to aircraft-carrier noise?”

“Who's Myrnin?"
Claire controlled an urge to roll her eyes. "Badass crazy vampire scientist who's my boss."
"You realize no part of that sentence made sense, right?”

“Your education or your life, Claire. I'd rather you be alive and a little bit dumber.”

“Eeek,” Shane said. Nothing. Right, Amazon princess, I got the point.”

“Oliver: Fear is the natural state of anything that dies.”

“Want me to warm up the sauce?”
“Do we do that? I mean, it’s in a jar, right? Can’t you just dump it over the pasta?”
“Well, you can, but it tastes better if you warm it up.”
“Oh.” Eve sighed. “This is complicated. No wonder I never cook.”

“I knew you'd come, Claire. I knew you would. Dear God, you took your time.”

“No, Michael was all good. Killed, dismembered, buried, reborn…yeah, just another day in the life.”

“Bouncing in hoppy little circles like a demented Goth bunny.”

“Who's your daddy?'
Myrnin stared at him as if he'd gone completely mental.”

“Well," Claire said, "at least we have tacos. Everything goes better with tacos.”

“This is the biggest damn iPod I've ever seen,' Claire said, which made him choke on his beer.
'Kidding. I have seen a jukebox before.'
'The way you're feeding it, I'm not so sure. You think you picked enough songs?”

“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.”

“Keys," she repeated, and slowly stepped back. "What do you mean, keys?"

"Car keys. As in, give them up. Now." Shane had that look -- hard, and no bullshit. "We don't have time for your drama, Monica. Nobody does.”

“Maybe you're not his type." Michael said
"Oh, now you're just being insulting.”

“She smells better," Claire said. "And she made me cookies.”

“You never heard ofplugging her in? My God, Myrnin, you made a vampire computer?”

“Look, I hate good-byes, too. But sometimes, we need them just to survive.”

“Is it crazy right now to say I love you?” She didn’t even pause. “Given that I just stabbed you? Seems a little weird, yeah.”