“Agatha Christie? We go back years, me and Ag. She's a … she's just a … she's dead, isn't she?”

“She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn't standing still”

“By then she was dead. In fact, she may have been dead a while ago. Physically, several seconds ago, mentally, ages ago.”

“The face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.”

“Maybe it was that nearly everyone else was dead and she felt a little bit dead too, but she figured that even a vampire deserved to be saved. Maybe she ought to leave him, but she wasn't going to.”

“She thinks she's kept me. She would have kept me better if she had let me go now.”

“She glanced at the minotaur horn in my hands, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, oror something like that.
Instead she said, "You drool when you sleep.”

“She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back.”

“One day, I came in and she was on the telephone. She was quite pale. She told me that I wouldn't believe what was going on. She was being watched. She said she would not be able to invite me for tea again. She was a nice Jewish lady.”

“Annabeth glared at me like she was going to punch me. But she did something that surprised me even more…

She kissed me.”