“Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.”

“I am so sorry. I wish you knew even one tenth of one percent of how sorry I am…. It was my fault. Can I kill myself here, or should I do it outside, so the mess on your carpet doesn't upset your mother?”

“I had to get them out. I couldn't leave them, could I? I never thought about what might happen to me- I didn't have time to think about it.”

“Sorry I didn't save the world, my friend
I was too busy buildin' mine again
I choose me, I'm sorry”

“You,” Damon said somewhat indistinctly through the blood in his mouth, “have been a naughty boy, boy.”

“I am sorry my decisions do not meet with your approval, but nevertheless, they are mine, and the consequences are also mine.”

“No matter how long or how difficult, we will undo whatever that Moroi boy has done to you."

I managed a wavering smile, tasting blood in my mouth. "You sure about that, Dad? Because he's doneto me.”

“I killed nobody that didn't deserve killing. In all of these here killings there was no alternative. You couldn't call them cold-blooded killings…. It was either my life or theirs.”

“Look, I never wanted to be a half-blood. most of the time it gets you killed in nasty, dangerous ways.”

“I act as the tongue of you,
… tied in your mouth…. in mine it begins to be loosened.”