Top 200 Rachel Vincent Quotes (2025 Update)
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101. “And anyway, considering that her mother dies and her boyfriend’s spending a small fortune to get high off someone else’s bad breath, I’d say Sophie’s next in line for therapy.”

— Rachel Vincent

102. “If Eastlake High School were the universe, I would be one of the moons circling Planet Emma, constantly hidden by her shadow, and glad to be there. Nash Hudson would be one of the stars: too bright to look at, too hot to touch and at the center of his own solar system.”

— Rachel Vincent

103. “Most aspects of my training didn’t agree with me. There wasn’t as much bossing around as I’d hoped for, and there was way too much following orders.”

— Rachel Vincent

104. “Eastlake High makes Buffy’s hellmouth look like a crack in the sidewalk.”

— Rachel Vincent

105. “Should I assume the lure is a certain attractive young dead man?”

— Rachel Vincent

106. “Apparently the complete works of Shakespeare packed quite a wallop. To think, my mother said I’d never find use for an English degree. Ha! I’d like to see her knock someone silly with an apron and a cookie press.”

— Rachel Vincent

107. “My aunt and overprivileged cousin only recognize two states of being: glitter and grunge. And if you weren’t glitter, well, that only left one other option.”

— Rachel Vincent

108. “Harmony glanced to her left, and my gaze followed hers to the living room, where my aunt had died, my cousin had been restored, and I’d whacked a psychotic grim reaper with a cast-iron skillet. Weirdest. Tuesday. Ever.”

— Rachel Vincent

109. “It would be so much easier if there were a secret password, or handshake. Netherworld, open sesame! Yeah, that didn’t work, either.”

— Rachel Vincent

110. “Anyway, I was the one in real danger. I got cornered by a pack of wild sorority girls in the food court. Apparently it’s mating season.”

— Rachel Vincent

111. “He was half again my size, but when we embraced, I felt like I was holding him up, and it was all I could do to remain standing. He buried his face in my hair, his body shaking against me with the spasmodic rhythm of unrestrained sobs. It was almost more than I could bear gracefully.”

— Rachel Vincent

112. “You should be careful, tossing descriptors like that around in a situation like this. My ‘problem’ isn’t little. Unless you’re drawing some pretty wild comparisons. Please tell me you’re not drawing wild comparisons. Or blood-relative comparisons.”

— Rachel Vincent

113. “Her mouth was open, as if she wanted to say something, and I wanted to kiss her to show her that sometimes you don’t need words. Sometimes they only get in the way, and you end up talking yourself out of things you need. People you want.”

— Rachel Vincent

114. “When mice run, cats give chase.”

— Rachel Vincent

115. “If I love you more than you love me, I’m as good as dead. Yet I can’t make myself take it back. I can’t just walk away from you, because every time you pass by me without smiling, without touching my hand, or at least making eye contact, it feels like I’m dying inside. And I’m pretty sure that hurts worse than whatever Marc would do to me. Whatever your dad would do. Hell, Faythe, I’m pretty sure that never touching you again would hurt worse than the nastiest death Calvin could think up for me.”

— Rachel Vincent

116. “It’s not the length of the word; it’s how well you use it!”

— Rachel Vincent

117. “So, did the costume come with a condom, or is that sold separately?”

— Rachel Vincent

118. “I can’t believe they even bothered filling that faculty position again. They might as well rename the class Defense Against the Dark Arts. I mean, seriously, who would answer an ad for this job?”

— Rachel Vincent

119. “I don’t believe every cryptid should be allowed to roam free, just like I don’t believe every human should be allowed to roam free. We have psychos, too. People kill their coworkers. Kids kill their classmates. Parents kill their own children. Those people are every bit as monstrous as the worst cryptid predator you can ever point to, yet they’re human, just like we are.”

— Rachel Vincent

120. “Not even if you fed me your firstborn, still wet and screaming.”

— Rachel Vincent

121. “Screw this. He’d blown his shot at nice-and-easy, which only left quick-and-brutal – my favorite way to play.”

— Rachel Vincent

122. “Was I wearing my ‘I’m done with my virginity, please get rid of it for me’ T-shirt?”

— Rachel Vincent

123. “You thought you could figure that out online? Somehow I don’t think hellions are much into social networking.”

— Rachel Vincent

124. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Death waits for no man. Except me.”

— Rachel Vincent

125. “Okay, you’ve primped enough. Now go bug someone else,” Ethan said, shooing me out the door. “I have to clean the bathroom.” “That should be interesting,” I quipped. “Maybe I should stay and watch.” “Maybe you should stay and help.” Cupping one hand behind my ear, I grinned, pretending to listen. “I think I hear Marc calling.”

— Rachel Vincent

126. “Like I’m going to pass up an opportunity to smack your cousin.”

— Rachel Vincent

127. “But I had no plans to end my own life, and accidents couldn’t be predicted. Neither could murder, unless my aunt and uncle were planning to take me out themselves.”

— Rachel Vincent

128. “10:38 AM – Third period. Kaylee has no class this period. I have no one to kill. Coincidence, or fate?”

— Rachel Vincent

129. “I’ve seen this episode. This is the one where Sylvester eats Tweety.”

— Rachel Vincent

130. “Bold. Risky. Dramatic. I approve.”

— Rachel Vincent

131. “Tod laughed. He was always able to find the humour in even the creepiest situations. I’d thought that it was an undead thing, until I became a member of the undead. Then I realized it was a Tod-thing.”

— Rachel Vincent

132. “Of every moment I’ve ever not-lived through, this one is the best.”

— Rachel Vincent

133. “Is that a joke? Please tell me you’re joking. -Sophie I never joke about carnivorous bunnies. -Luca.”

— Rachel Vincent

134. “Can we save the live demo for later, please? Bean Sidhe in angst, here.”

— Rachel Vincent

135. “Uh, yeah, I do. The scythe was a little tricky at first, but – much like golf – turns out it’s all in the swing.”

— Rachel Vincent

136. “I don’t hate it. It does no good to hate something you can’t change.”

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137. “I think I was born ‘in to deep,’ and bad things happen every day. Sometimes I have to stab hellions. Sometimes I have to frame friends for murder, and stab evil math teachers, and watch my best friend die. Again. We deal with it, then we move on.”

— Rachel Vincent

138. “Nash Hudson. Holy crap. I almost looked down to see if ice had anchored my feet to the floor, since hell had surely frozen over. Somehow I’d stepped off the dance floor and into some weird warp zone where irises swam with color and Nash Hudson smiled at me, and me alone.”

— Rachel Vincent

139. “Forever used to feel like a curse. Now it feels like a promise.”

— Rachel Vincent

140. “There’s pressure, but that’s true no matter who you are or what you do.”

— Rachel Vincent

141. “There was just no good way for a dead son to greet his mother almost two weeks after his funeral.”

— Rachel Vincent

142. “She watched me with a creepy sort of detached curiosity, as if I were a bug crawling across the sidewalk in front of her. I wondered briefly if she was the ant stomper type.”

— Rachel Vincent

143. “I opened my mouth to tell her that everything would be okay, but the words melted like sugar on my tongue-sweet yet insubstantial.”

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144. “And the council doesn’t recognize any kind of temporary insanity defense. Which was a real shame, because most of the councilmen had considered me crazy for most of my life.”

— Rachel Vincent

145. “So, you reap souls and crush hopes? Is that part of the job, or just a service you offer for free?”

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146. “So you’re saying the afterlife is hard on the libido? FYI, that’s probably not a good bullet point for your recruiting brochure.”

— Rachel Vincent

147. “It’s kind of like when a clock battery runs down. The hour and minute hands don’t disappear, but they don’t keep ticking either. They freeze on the last minute they measured.”

— Rachel Vincent

148. “So could we please not mob the three-thousand-plus-year-old reaper like tweens at a boy-band concert?”

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149. “I want to kiss you.” Jace’s whisper pulled me from my thoughts and I glanced up to find his eyes blazing with raw need. “Just because Marc won’t touch you doesn’t mean I shouldn’t. Right? I don’t have that kind of self-control, and honestly, I don’t see the point in it. Are you supposed to be impressed by how long we can go without touching you? ‘Cause if that’s the game we’re playing, I think I’d rather lose.”

— Rachel Vincent

150. “But love doesn’t make sense, Brian. It isn’t easy, and you can’t just decide to feel it. If we were in love, we’d want to talk to each other all the time, even if all we do is argue. We’d be pulled toward each other any time we’re in the same room. We’d have to fight the urge to touch each other, because we’re not supposed to, but ultimately, we’d lose that fight because when it’s love, it can’t be helped.”

— Rachel Vincent