“Ah, but she was a pastel wearer. She was forever dead to Sabine.”

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

“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.”

“I am not glad she is dead, but I am not sorry she is gone.”

“She was alive, and they were dead. She had to try to make her life big. As big as she could. She promised Bailey she would keep playing.”

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

“But now she was fifty-seven, and suddenly ancient. Soon she would be dead. Dead. You can’t get any more ancient than that.”

“When a woman has seen me, as you have, she belongs to me. She loves me forever.”

“She wanted to crawl into his pocket and be safe forever.”

“She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever”