That's the funny thing about knowing you can't have something. It makes you desperate.

I belong wherever I want to be.

Today is the first and last day of forever.

It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.

I took mythology a lot more seriously since I'd become a vampire.

Sometimes, fact mixed with fiction so thoroughly that, though no lies were told, it was hard to remember what was strictly true.

If you turned the fabric of our lives over, I imagined the design on the backside would be woven in the bleak grays of doubt and fear.

Humankind's limited scope of mercy was reserved for their own.

Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.

No point in ignoring the truth. Doesn't make it worse to have it said out loud.

Only the known is safe. Only the known is tolerable. The unknown is ... a vulnerability.

Happiness expanded like an explosion inside me--so extreme, so violent that I wasn't sure I'd survive it.