“Maybe she sells them. Outside, out there.”

“She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.”

“Maybe all of her strangeness, her curse, her always feeling like an outsider, had all existed so that she could belong here, with Peter.”

“Houdini used to pull rabbits out of a hat, but he never tried to make a living out of selling them when he had pulled them out of the hat”

“She wondered if there were any ugly vampires, or maybe any fat ones.
Maybe they didn't make vampires out of ugly people. Or maybe ugly people just didn't want to live forever.”

“Maybe she couldn't know who she was today. Maybe it was enough to know that she was no longer who she was before.”

“She wants to sell my monkey!”

“And they say
She's in the Class A Team.
Stuck in her daydream,
Been this way since 18.
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting,
Crumbling like pastries.
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us.
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams.
And she don't want to go outside tonight.
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man.
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly;
Angels to fly.”

“Isabelle glanced back at them. "They're staring at you. Maybe their master died and they're looking for another vampire to own them. You could have pets." She grinned.
"Or," Simon said,"maybe they're here for the hash browns.”

“Being a champion opens lots of doors—I'd like to get a real estate license, maybe sell insurance.”