The enemy of your enemy is your enemy!
You've got to take it on faith that the enemy of your enemy is your friend.
My cigarettes and I are going outside. At least they show me respect.
Oh God," I said. "I'm Zmey's daughter. Zmey junior. Zmeyette, even.
If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you.
None of the bravado he usually showed was there. I guess there was "usually" and then there was being held in the grip of a really ripped, really tall, and really pissed off Russian guy.
I looked him in the eye. “I will always love you.” Then I plunged the stake into his chest.
That's what I was supposed to say...
Juliet had it easy; she never had to kill Romeo.
What are you? An after school special?
I've given up on you...Love fades. Mine has.
And than suddenly he was there, charging down the hallway like death in a cowboy duster.
I set off, off to kill the man I love.
Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go...
I'm backing down now. I really do love you. That's why I'm doing this.
Don't worry, I won't bite. At least not in the way you're afraid of.