Gods, how I’ve missed you. (Stryker) I hate you with every beat of my heart. (Zephyra)

Life isn't finding shelter in the storm. It's about learning to dance in the rain.

Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.

Everyone suffers at least one bad betrayal in their lifetime. It’s what unites us. The trick is not to let it destroy your trust in others when that happens. Don’t let them take that from you.

I tend to watch silently from the shadows. You learn a lot more that way.

You'll never see the moments coming that will for ever mutilate your life-at least not until after they've mowed you down. -Savitar

What are you? (a Daimon) Oh please, let me give you the job description. Me, Dark-Hunter. You, Daimon. I hit, you bleed. I kill, you die. (Zarek)

I am the god Apostolos. The Harbinger of Telikos. The Final Fate of all. Beloved son of Apollymi the Great Destroyer. My will makes the will of the universe. [Apostolos / Acheron Parthenopaeus]

Baby, I ain't trash. Trash is something you throw away. My people keep me.

Yeah, well, if ifs and buts were candy and nuts, then we’d never go hungry. (Syn)

The only vampires I've ever seen are the Goths trying to get a glimpse of Anne Rice's house, who drink strawberry sodas and tell each other it's blood.

Good god it's great to be a Bull Mongoni!

Always carry with you a pen and a notebook or a journal to write the thoughts that flashes in a moments.

Caring for someone is scary, because you both know how it feels to lose someone in the span of a heartbeat.

One problem we face comes from the lack of any agreed sense of how we should be working to train ourselves to write poetry.

In a lot of ways, work was my graduate school.

We transform the world, but we don't remember it. We adjust our baseline to the new level, and we don't recall what was there.

An hour-glass is a reminder not only of time's quick flight, but also of the dust to which we must at last return

Eventually, I want to be a creative producer that isn't in things. The acting is more of a secondary thing for me now.

Trust your instincts, trust your judgment.

The young are often accused of exaggerating their troubles; they do so, very often, in the hope of making some impression upon the inertia and the immovability of the selfish old.