Amber Benson Quotes

I don't think you ever die on Buffy.

Willow: Don't worry, we're sure to spot Faith first. She's like this cleavagey slutbomb walking around going, "Ooh, check me out, I'm wicked cool, I'm five by five."
Tara: "Five by five?" Five what by five what?
Willow: See, that's the thing. No one knows.

It doesn't matter who you sleep with, it's how you treat other people in this world.

Anya: How 'bout you, ever play Shiver Me Timbers?
Tara: I'm not really much for the timber.

Willow: Hey, clothes.
Tara: Better not get used to 'em.

Tara: No more talk of gloomy Angel, though. Only happy thoughts. Sunshine, picnic, that spell we did last night. With the oil?

I wouldn't want to forget anything, even the weird stuff and the bad stuff. It makes you who you are.

I really didn't want Tara to be bad, and that would have been a component of me coming back. As much as I wanted to come back—and I almost did—that was something that was dogging my not wanting to come back. I just felt like people really loved that character and for her to be bad would just destroy people. So that was one of the reasons I didn't go back.

Willow: Questions. Great.
Tara: W-we can answer questions.
Nigel: Good. I need to know a little bit more about the Slayer, and about the both of you. Your relationship, whatever you can tell me.
Tara: O-o-our relationship?
Willow: We're friends.
Tara: Good friends.
Willow: Girlfriends, actually.
Tara: Yes, we're girlfriends.
Willow: We're in love. W-we're lovers. We're lesbian, gay-type lovers.
Nigel: I meant your relationship with the Slayer.

Spike: I had a muscle cramp. Buffy was, uh, helping.
Tara: A muscle cramp... in your pants?
Spike: What? It's a thing.

Tara: Well, I go online sometimes, but everyone's spelling is really bad. It's depressing.

It was interesting to have humanoid villains that were rooted in our three-dimensional reality... or four dimensional reality, I'm not sure which!

Willow: We can come by between classes. Usually I use that time to copy over my class notes with a system of different colored pens. But it's been pointed out to me that that's, you know, insane.
Tara: I said "quirky."

I don't think anything lives up to what you envisioned.

I saw them in the grocery store [...] sitting benignly in their spinning racks, their technicolor faces looked like a not very girl-friendly amalgam of muscles, testosterone and pulpy, bloody flesh.