Have you ever met someone for the first time, but in your heart you feel as if you’ve met them before?

That’s the last time I put you in charge of the tequila when we’re making margaritas

We do not remember days, Shemei, we remember moments, and the richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

Would you dare to walk with the beast on the dark side of the moon?

So you want me to go to a human orgy, where I will not be welcome, and you want us to leave before I get to enjoy myself? ~Eric Northman

Life ends with a snap of small bones, a head cracked from its stem, and a spirit unmoored...