Don’t listen to the ramblings of fools, ” he said, smiling grimly. “When it comes down to it, if they knew the truth, no one would want to live on this earth forever.

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.

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

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?

If you want special illumination, look upon the human face:See clearly within laughter the Essence of Ultimate Truth.

Death is not the endDeath can never be the end.Death is the road.Life is the traveller.The Soul is the Guide...Our mind thinks of death.Our heart thinks of lifeOur soul thinks of Immortality

What do you think is the problem? You’re a cute kid-­‐uh, guy. Man. You’re a cuteman.

Why do you dwell on things that don't matter when there are so many things that do?

Good souls many will one day be horrified at the things they now believe of God.

The act of writing is either something the writer dreads or actually likes, and I actually like it. Even re-writing's fun. You're getting somewhere, whether it seems to move or not.

Every crime destroys more Edens than our own

Until I was about 14, I was a fat boy, or at least I looked like a fat boy. I think that being funny was a bit of a defence mechanism for me, so I ended up being a bit of a joker.

If you're hurt, lick your wounds and get up again. If you've given it your absolute best, it's time to move forward.

The Rock will always come back to us.