Wait.” Stefan’s voice was hard suddenly. Bonnie and Elena turned back and froze, embracing each other, trembling. “What is your—your father—going to do to you when he finds out that you allowed this?”"He will not kill me,” Sage said brusquely, the wild tone back in his voice. “He may even find it as amusant as I do, and we will be sharing a belly laugh tomorrow.

That's how I want to go. Taking my own way out and totally pissing everybody off at the end.

More than anything." Rob persisted. "You'd crawl on your belly over broken glass for her. Easy.

It did cross our minds at one point. Actually, it seemed to keep crossing them. Back and forth. Maybe we should put in a crosswalk. - Ash Redfern

It's not wrong to hustle hustlers. It's like killing murderers, a public service. -Damon Salvatore

Very touching," said a voice from the stairway. "Do you want me to imitate a violin?" - Damon

You didn’t feed from her,” he said, and this was not a question.“Swill poison? Not my kind of fun, little brother.”One corner of Stefan’s mouth quirked up. He made no response to this, but simply looked at Damon with eyes that were... knowing. Damon bridled.“I told the truth!”“Going to take it up as a hobby?