“The truth's not pretty of course. No one likes to look it in the face.”

“They're still looking at him…. At Will…"
"Of course they are…. Look at him. The face of a bad angel and eyes like the night sky in Hell.”

“Look at him. The face of a bad angel and eyes like the night sky in Hell. He's very pretty, and vampires like that. I can't say I mind either.”

“The first thing I look for in a woman is warmth-femininity. It's got nothing to do with a pretty face. ”

“If you look at old pictures, Irene Casey is so pretty. Not just young, but pretty the way you look when your face goes smooth, the skin around your eyes and lips relaxed, the pretty you only look when you love the person taking the picture.”

“[Yankees] are pretty much like southerners except with worse manners, of course, and terrible accents.”

“If you're gonna be two-faced at least make one of them pretty.”

“His among the clouded faces seemed unperturbed. He looked over the Americans, their gear. In truth, they did not look like men who might have whiskey they hadn't drunk.”

“I guess I'm pretty much of a lone wolf. I don't say I don't like people at all but, to tell you the truth I only like it then if I have a chance to look deep into their hearts and their minds.”

“I went for a walk through the streets. My God, here I was again, roaming the town. I looked at the faces around me, and I knew mine was like theirs. Faces with the blood drained away, tight faces, worried, lost. Faces like flowers torn from their roots and stuffed into a pretty vase, the colors draining fast. I had to get away from that town.”