According to his dad's journal, vampires had been through some of the worst epidemics in history. And apparently, during the days of the Black Plague, their biggest complaint had been rotten "food".

It never gets easier, missing you. And sometimes I wonder if it ever will.

To his amazement, he could already hear Henry snoring in the backseat. That guy could fall asleep on a car trip to the mailbox.

The worst pain in the world goes beyond the physical. Even further beyond any other emotional pain one can feel. It is the betrayal of a friend.

If you thought eighth grade was tough, try it with fangs and a fear of garlic.

Because teachers, no matter how kind, no matter how friendly, are sadistic and evil to the core.

Bullying is a horrible thing. It sticks with you forever. It poisons you. But only if you let it.

If citizens followed their leaders' example throughout history, the human race would have died out centuries ago.

Getting staked had been a hard lesson in choosing one's friends wisely.

Growing older is mandatory, but growing up is optional.

Sometimes you have to be alone to think, and sometimes the best place for thinking isn't home.

The pursuit of passion is a decisive purposeful living.

If we weren’t already doing it this way, is this the way we would start?

I think I've lost my faith and I can't stop writingbecause I don't know howmuch longer I can hold on.

Love, like everything else, exists in a spectrum. Love of another, love of the world, love of God, all these loves are really one love in different degrees of light and density.

My outstretched arms found hers, and I was home.

Matt was the antidote to fear and trepidation. It was as if he’d become so acquainted with death that he could sit in its lap and ask it to tell him bedtime stories.

Sleep every chance you get. Eat every chance you get. Those were two of the many lessons that Kat learned at her father’s knee and her uncle’s table.

I had gained the summit of a commanding ridge, and, looking round with astonishing delight, beheld the ample plains, the beauteous tracts below.

We live in our language like blind men walking on the edge of an abyss. This language is laden with future catastrophes. The day will come when it will turn against those who speak it.

The security of which we speak is to be attained by the development of international law through an international organization based on the principles of law and justice.