Цитаты из книги Drink, Slay, Love

Home is supposed to be safe. And if it`s not, then you need to find a new one.

"I fail to understand how you continue to win. You`re smaller. You`re weaker. I`m faster, and my technique is flawless." "I want it more."

Pearl, you are undercover now, which means you run the risk all undercover operatives run: identifying too much with your targets. To fit in, you must make yourself like them on the outside, and too often that can spill over onto the inside. You must hold on to the core of who and what you are.

I don`t think I`m better than you. I know it.

"I was chasing a unicorn." Evan nodded sagely. "Isn`t everyone, at least on some level?"

What exactly is not hot about me? You`re a teenage boy. I have boobs. What part of the equation is missing?

"I hope I haven`t hurt your feelings," he said. "I don`t have feelings, at least not the inconvenient ones." "Okay," he said. "I hope I haven`t hurt your ego."

Daddy always said he preferred to hunt businesspeople rather than the delericts that most vampires targeted. It requiered more finesse to manipulate a human in a social situation than it did to waylay a drunk college student or a homeless drug addict in an alley.

"Are the idiots bothering you?" "I believe it`s their mission in life."

Welcome to my class, Ms Sange. I pray that you leave here smarter than you enter and that your classmates do not leach intelligence out of you by their proximity.

"Don`t worry, sweetie. You`ll love it here. And if you don`t..." She waved her hand in the air. "It won`t last forever. Nothing does."

She walked with a swagger that was half pop star and half western gunslinger.

I wish it were socially acceptable to walk up to strangers and say, 'Tell me your life story." Every time I see someone interesting, I just about die from curiousity. Luckily, there are so many boring people in this town that it`s rarely a problem.

She sighed inwardly and wished it were possible to have a conversation without the little power plays. The older vamps liked to make the younger ones ask for clarification. It confirmed the hierarchy of power and satisfied them in some obscure way. It was annoying.

"You`re just the whole package, aren`t you? Kind to kittens and puppies. Don`t park in the handicap spot. Never leave the toilet seat up. I`ll bet all the girls melt every time you walk by." "That`s why I always carry a towel. Clean up the meltwater." She laughed out loud and then instantly stopped as she realized she was laughing at a human`s wit. Surely this was a sign of a coming apocalypse.

You know I`m not the hero type. I prefer to personify the brooding, mysterious, and inherently unreliable archetype.

A brush with extinction does not excuse unladylike behaviour.

The teachers are not the big bad scary monsters. Take it from me, one of the big bad scary monsters.

Four hundred or so juniors in the class, minus whoever chooses not to attend the capitalist antifeminist peacock display of adolescent humanity. One hundred or so vampires, minus those who choose not to attend due to death, dismemberment, or insanity. We will have a true feast.

She surveyed herself: black leather corset top, lace skirt, knee-high boots. “It’s Goth.” “Sure, it is.” “And it’s ironic.” “The Titanic labeled ‘unsinkable’ is ironic. Your skirt is just short.” “I happen to know I have nice legs.” “All the world happens to know you have nice legs.”