He was a vampire now. He was supposed to have eternity. But what he had was days.

The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.

Eternity is a long time to spend alone, without others of your kind.

Everything that happens to you matters to me.

I screwed her over. I didn't want to see her screwed over by someone else.

It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense.

There might not be so much of a difference between the side of Light and the side of Dark as you suppose. After all, without the Dark, there is nothing for the light to burn away.

But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it.

He wondered if normalcy was something, like vision or silence, you didn't realize was precious until you lost it.

with his customary crooked smile, “are just too unlikely to dwell upon.

Yes, she's bleeding to death upstairs, but I thought I'd avoid telling you right away, because I like to draw the suspense out.

Follow your passion.It will lead you to great places.

This is mine, " he growled, fangs bared. "You are mine."Bria met him stare for stare. "Prove it.

I wanted to explore this idea that the bogey man in the closet is scary, but being a mother is scarier.

I will begin to remove our troops from Iraq immediately.

The test audience holds a great deal of power in the process of filmmaking in the United States.

An accomplished man to his fingertips.

For members who have only ever been in government, the negativity and aggressiveness of the opposition is easy to caricature.

You can't control a young horse unless you control yourself.

God planned for our lives to connect. Let's make sure we keep it that way.

The second person to write a story about a young boy and an escaped slave on the Mississippi wasn't a novelist, he was a typist.