Top 200 Rachel Vincent Quotes (2024 Update)
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101. “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

102. “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

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

— Rachel Vincent

104. “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

105. “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

106. “She wasn’t feeling nothing. She was feeling too much. She was blocking it all out. That was a survival skill, and her still-beating heart was proof that it worked.”

— Rachel Vincent

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

— Rachel Vincent

108. “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

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

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110. “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

111. “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

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

— Rachel Vincent

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

— Rachel Vincent

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

— Rachel Vincent

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

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

— Rachel Vincent

119. “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

120. “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

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

— Rachel Vincent

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

— Rachel Vincent

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

— Rachel Vincent

124. “10:38 AM – Third period. Kaylee has no class this period. I have no one to kill. Coincidence, or fate?”

— Rachel Vincent

125. “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

126. “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

127. “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

128. “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

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

— Rachel Vincent

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

— Rachel Vincent

131. “She was destruction given form and purpose. Hers was an elegant savagery.”

— Rachel Vincent

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

— Rachel Vincent

133. “I have to believe that human decency will prevail. That the world is better than this. That faced with the evidence of injustice, deep down they will all want to make it right.”

— Rachel Vincent

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

— Rachel Vincent

135. “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

136. “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

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

— Rachel Vincent

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

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139. “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

140. “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.”

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141. “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

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

— Rachel Vincent

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

— Rachel Vincent

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

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145. “I grabbed another. Aerosmith. Nope, can’t throw classic Aerosmith. I snatched a copy of the Thompson Twins’ greatest hits and chucked it at him.”

— Rachel Vincent

146. “Sorry doesn’t mean anything! Not when you’re still with him. It’s not just that you cheated – it’s that he’s still here, and you’re still with him. It just goes on and on, and it hurts every single time I see you with him. I hate it that he makes you smile, and that there’s nothing I can do to stop this. I can’t think straight, and everything hurts, and nothing makes sense anymore. You’re shredding my heart with one hand and stroking his ego with the other. And it’s killing me, Faythe. You’re killing me. And it’s only going to get worse, now that everyone knows.”

— 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.”

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

— Rachel Vincent

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

— Rachel Vincent

150. “Because in most cases, I believe that people deserve a second chance. And because I couldn’t have lived with myself if I’d stood by and let them both die souless, when I could have helped.”

— Rachel Vincent