I am a handmaiden of Death. I walk in His dark shadow and do His bidding. Serving Him is my only purpose in this life.

I have found it is surprisingly difficult to remain sad when a cat is doing its level best to sandpaper one's cheeks.

When one consorts with assassins, one must expect to dance along the edge of a knife once or twice.

Truly, we are the gods' own children, forged in the fire of our tortured pasts, but also blessed with unimaginable gifts.

People hear and see what they expect to hear and see.

Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours, until Death do us part. Whatever that may mean when consorting with one of Death’s handmaidens.

I cannot tell her I have been moping over a broken heart when I have worked so hard to convince her I have no heart at all.

Every time he glances at me I feel it just as surely as if he has reached out and run his finger along my soul. It is all I can do not to smile at the sheer wonder of it.

Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh?

Why be the sheep when you can be the wolf?

He barks out a laugh. "My little rebel.

It didn't feel sporting to shoot at a crazy person, even if that person was a vampire who'd agreed to the job.

...we ought also to consider as false all that is doubtful.

Every library is a palace

Good artists exist simply in what they make, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are.

Human technology has made it to Mars. We are transmitting gorgeous pictures from it. Yet we have not explored our own planet. Two-thirds of it is covered with oceans that are still mysterious places.

I had been to New Mexico many times. I loved it. It's a very exotic, interesting, severely crazy environment. I don't know if I could live there all year. It's such an intense place.

The spirit of advaita is not to keep away from anything, but to keep in tune with everything

I was very lucky to get well known much later in life. You need to have flopped quite a few times to get a sense of how little any of it has to do with you.

I don't know whether I could visit a new neighborhood now and have a kid's set of observations about a place. I no longer can really think like a child, though I can remember thinking like one.

He that would run his company on visible figures alone will in time have neither company nor figures.