Better to leave him with the memory of their being a pair of monsters, wrapped in each other's arms.

Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.

We all wind up drawn to what we're afraid of, drawn to try to find a way to make ourselves safe from a thing by crawling inside of it, by loving it, by becoming it.

Maybe it was that nearly everyone else was dead and she felt a little bit dead too, but she figured that even a vampire deserved to be saved. Maybe she ought to leave him, but she wasn't going to.

Keep going' she told herself, 'Don't look back.' But she looked anyways.

Even from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.

She took a deep breath, "Last chance. Are you in need of rescuing?" His expression turned very strange, almost as if she'd struck him, "Yes, " he said finally.

I will guard you from Death, for I have no fear of him.

People are fragile. They die of mistakes, of overdoses, of sickness. But mostly they die of Death.

They wore their strange beauty like war paint.

Nothing can happen more beautiful than death - Walt Whitman

When you desire to help, you will find a way to do it.

To make dollars from cents you have to have sense.

Happiness is a mystery, like religion, and should never be rationalised.

It’s not about how much pressure you put on, it’s how good you are at taking it off.

Never mind whom you praise, but be very careful who you blame.

In reading plays, however, it should always be remembered that any play, however great, loses much when not seen in action.

The human body is vapor materialized by sunshine mixed with the life of the stars.

I have a tendency to think of myself as the mutt of the litter. I'm not purebred.

I wanted to retain my individuality. I was afraid of being hampered by studio policies. I knew if someone else got control, I would be restrained.

How deeply one felt when alone.