“And speaking of females, if I call you by one's name while my fangs are plunged deep in your neck, just run with it.”

“Farewell, my great one, my own, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep, dear river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to plunge into your cold waves.”

“So who was she? (Vane)
Why do you assume it was a female? (Fang)
Didn’t know you were fond of men. I’ll file that under my special Fang folder. (Vane)”

“Oh yeah. It would be terrible for you to have only one working fang. Your friends might want to call you Lefty”

“You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You've got a friend.”

“Late at night
I drift away -
I can hear you calling,
and my name
is in the rain,
leaves on trees whispering,
deep blue sea's mysteries.”

“"I am female," I complained. "That 'it' business is really getting on my nerves." […]
"By whose definition?"
"How about by yours? In my species, I am the one that bears young. Is that not female enough for you?"”

“I can feel a something pounding in my brain
Just any time that someone speaks your name
Trumpets sound and I hear thunder boom
Every time that you walk in the room.”

“I can’t name the poison that’s killing your friend. But the one that’s killing you is called hope.”

“My feelings for you run very deep." - Loor
Not deep enought, I guess." - Bobby
(The Rivers of Zadaa)”