Lili St. Crow Quotes

I mean, seriously, is a baby doll dress for the breastless? I don't know.

He peered down at me. "Jesus Christ. You're leaking."
If by "leaking" he meant "sobbing like a girl," I guess so.

Give her the goddamn Advil, Dibs. Jesus.

Boys always get the best lashes; it's like some kind of cosmic law.

Come on. Keep moving. Your lips are turning blue."
"Keep my lips out of this.

I don't have an accent. Northerners just talk funny.

That was what "different" meant. It's just another word for lonely.

Little pig, little pig, let me in.

And I knew that tone, the pleading, the fear that was sitting like a spiked ball in his chest. He'd been left behind too, maybe more than I had.

Stealing a car was easy. The hard part was putting up with the whining.

No problem. First one's free.

It's dangerous and dirty and smells bad and
"
"Yeah, well, so is sex and drugs and everything else worth doing.

Call them fangs, Dru. That's what they are.

Book. Candle. Nico.

Get to it. I mean, if you're wanting to beat me up, too, you'll have to stand in line.

People are goddamn geniuses at not seeing what they don't want to see.

It is our honor, Amelia said, and it was the weirdest thing-it sounded like she really meant it. People don't often say exactly what they really mean.

Every kid's afraid of that right? That someday you'll be left in a corner, like a toy, staring with button eyes and a broken heart.

Okay," I began. "You're too old for me. You're scary. It's creepy that you were so all over my mom and now you're all over me.

Why can't I have a normal girlfriend?" he asked the air over his head. "I finally meet someone I like and she turns out to be crazy.

At least you're not being attacked by vampires anymore. That's something.

I'm going to draw whoever it is off so you can go back to the dorms and fuck yourselves.

I searched for something witty to say, settled for bare honesty. I want to pee.

If I need a reason now, Dru, it will have to be you.

I just bonked a werewulf on the noggin. Jeez.

He was so close it was hard to breathe. It was exactly like being next to an oven baking a really spicy apple pie.

It's easy to get rid of people, Christophe. All you have to do is rely on them.

I even poured him a glass of milk.
Call me domestic.

Another big ripping sound. Jesus. Had they brought supernatural dynamite in to tear the whole place apart?

You can scrub and scrub, but sometimes something doesn't just go away. It ... it stains you.

I don't need an invitation to step over your threshold. -Cristophe

Shanks moaned, stirring. "You broke my nuts"
So that was what my elbow had hit. "Sorry." My voice cracked.

I don't know who I am anymore. I expected the world to crack open and the sky to fall once I said it. Nothing happened.

If wishes could be fishes, even beggars would eat.

Anything for you, Dru. And I mean it. Now, be quiet and let me concentrate.

Come on. Say something, Dru. Don't just sit there and look like I've stabbed you. Christ.

It was like my hormones had decided to stage a revolt whenever he got within a ten-foot radius.

Dru? Don't leave wihtout me."
What could I say to that? I said the only thing I could.
"I promise.

I'm sorry about shooting you.

Whoa. Back up. I smell?

Anna never wanted to walk when she could be carried, your mother wanted to walk when she could fly, and you want to run before you can walk.

You know how when you're reminded of things, and you can't shut it off quick
enough? Like, before it slips the knife in and twists? Like that.

I'd already shot a zombie. Maybe this smartmouth blue-eyed apple-pie boy would be next.

Then, something meowed.
No, Seriously.

The ice," Leon said to thin air over my head, "has now officially broken.

Do you have any idea how creepy that is, that you were in love with my mother and you're so ... all over me?

You're not dead. You're too goddamn annoying to be dead.

I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.

I've been bitten, beat up, tied to a bed, James Bonded out, and now you finish off by choking a goddamn teacher!

Yeah. Calm down. Two of the most useless words in the English language.

He was full of suprises, my Goth Boy.

If wishes were fishes, even beggars would eat

Did you feel me up when you were tying me down?"
"Um, no. Did you want me to?"
"Well, it would have been nice.

I wasn't sure if the word boys should mean dim or incomprehensible. I was hovering between the two, with a healthy dose of testosterone-poisoned.

I'm here to help you, fucking morons.

Don't send me home, it's boring as fuck-all there.

So, Mystery Lady? What's it going to be? You're going to spend your short little life playing by their rules, or are you going to take your chance?

Less speed, less strength, less stamina since I hadn't "bloomed". But I'd bet I was outweighing everyone around me in the brain category.

Nice, huh? I was just special all over the place.

Jeez. Just over a week was all it took for my life to implode. It was some kind of record.

It's woman's power, food is. You be sure you know where'n the hook is before swallerin' it, Dru. You mind me, now.

A Zombie. Okay. Whew. All right.

Doesn't it bother you? That I ... well, that I wanted to ... suck his blood?

We ran and the ghost of Graves ran with us.

Move first, worry about looking like an idiot later.

You're great at fixing things. If anyone could do it, you could. But you can't do this one. You can't fix me. I'm broke.

You've got a better chance with me, Dru. Don't do something stupid again. If something happens, it's you and me against the world. Got it?

I would not put my little bird in the jaws of a trap without being near enough to make sure it wouldn't close on her.