Affronts to her reputation pierced her to the heart, though I couldn’t understand why, since she had very little character left to defend.

Death stalked toward us on padded feet.       And it was not alone.

There was something in her eyes that made me trust her. Maybe it was because they held the same cynicism, the same world-weariness I saw in my own every morning when I looked at myself in the mirror.

A lot of things should have been, Zigmund, but they aren’t. Are you going to be miserable about the things you cannot change, or do something about the things you can?

His character is like an emerald—multifaceted and enhanced by inclusions.

Thirteen years of friendship had bonded us together more thoroughly than if we had been born of the same mother. Even at this late stage, I was unwilling to let him go.

With Stefan, the line between good and evil, right and wrong, becomes increasingly blurred.

I’d go to hell and back and cut off the devil’s head myself to save you.

Not all vampires are created equal, you know.

Stefan needed me. Ha! Stefan needed me, as what? His next meal?

She rounded on me with such ferocity that for a moment I didn’t recognize her. A flash of fangs, a dark gleam in her blacker-than-night eyes. It was the most vampiric I’d ever seen her.

Tell them there are no holes for your fingers in the masks ofmen. Tell them how could you ever even hope to love what you can'tgrab onto.

Wisdom from Top Butler: Guard yourself at all times but don't let anyone lead you to live a guarded life that is all.

I was tired of just letting things happen to me and then feeling bad about them.

Country to me is living life at its simplest: Learning to appreciate a sliced vine-ripe tomato with a dash of salt, served between two slices of good bread and eaten over the kitchen sink.

Teach your kids to make deplorable choices and hopefully they'll rebel and make the right ones.

My guitar is half my life and my wife is the other half.

How weightless/ words are when nothing will do.

Shakespeare I love, but for an English graduate, I'm incredibly badly read.

While passenger numbers have doubled in the past 20 years, the industry remains scandalously inefficient.

What strikes me about Toronto is that Toronto's great misfortune was to have too much money in the late 70s and early 80s, and consequently, it built in the style of those periods, which is hideous.