Death is a lot like prom - loud, overdone, and although the guy you came with was cool, you never know who'll end up taking you home.

I frowned at him. "Isn't sarcasm the opiate of the masses?""You're thinking of religion, " he replied. "Sarcasm is the Xanax of the morally bereft.

You give frequent flyer miles with that guilt trip?

It is unjust, but only Christlike, to suffer persecution for doing what is right.

I came on earth for something, I must do something, and I must live and leave not just anything, but something!

He smelled like a sultry summer storm—cool, refreshing rain, sweltering, hot wind, and charged, electric thunder—all rolled up into one extremely enticing vampire being.

A grain of devotion is more valuable thank tons of faithlessness.

Within every woman there is a wild and natural creature, a powerful force, filled with good instincts, passionate creativity, and ageless knowing.

I am not for any form of repression, but I sometimes think the desire for liberation masks the desire for oblivion. It's very hard to tell the difference sometimes.

Even though I think writers can sometimes thrive from being misread. It can give them something to push off of.

The only reason a warrior is alive is to fight, and the only reason a warrior fights is to win

Unhappiness indicates wrong thinking; just as ill health indicates a bad regimen.

I can cheat fear today - but won't it return tomorrow? Rather, I must embrace this fear... and find peace in its bosom.