Dad was at his desk when I opened the door, doing what all British people do when they're freaked out: drinking tea.

I bet she woke up with her hair looking like something out of a Pantene commercial while little bluebirds circled around her head, and raccoons brought her breakfast or something.

Whoa, I'm your girlfriend now?" Archer shrugged. "We've tried to kill each other, fought ghouls, and kissed a lot. I'm pretty sure we're married in some cultures.

I should say upfront that I have never been in a cellar in my life. In fact, I can see no reason why anyone should ever go into a cellar unless there is wine involved.

Let's just say you may regret that second piece of cake. Oh my God. Regret cake? Whatever was about to happen must be truly evil.

"Okay," I said,hoping I sounded confident, like taking the life force out of ghouls was one of my favorite hobbies, right up there with knitting and sudoku.

But this room looked like it had been decorated by the unholy lovechild of Barbie and Strawberry Shortcake.

When someone tells you somebody’s been murdered, laughing is probably not the best response. You know, for future reference.But laughing is exactly what I did.

Um...Mercer? Haven't seen you in nearly a month. I was expecting something like, 'Oh Cross, love of my heart, fire of my loins, how I've longed--

I would actually write books totally full of nothing BUT kissing scenes, but apparently people like books to have, like, "plots" or whatever.

Jackass, jackass on the wall, where's the info on Hex Hall?

Wisdom is the adobe of a great mind.

time is the best teacher

The next major explosion is going to be when genetics and computers come together.

It is better to destroy one's own errors than those of others.

I really don't think that Detroit was any different than New York of Boston or Philadelphia. Kids always wanted to listen to music outside because that's where they hung out with their friends.

Love exists within each of us from the moment we are born and waits to be discovered from then on.

One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm For the country folk to be up and to arm.

I am not a saint. I am, however, beginning to learn that I am a small character in a story that is always fundamentally about God.

You can’t learn to write in college. It’s a very bad place for writers because the teachers always think they know more than you do-and they don’t. They have prejudices.

I just want people to see what I deem as a war for no reason, but only for greed.