Little chickie la la, isn’t dumb enough to fall for that, guys. (Tabitha)

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.

The people we adore in our lives brighten our days and illuminate our nights.

The only permanence is change

The myth works to make the very real things people don't want to look at visible for them.

Utility is our national shibboleth: the savior of the American businessman is fact and his uterine half-brother, statistics.

To me, science fiction is about the sense of mystery, the sense of awe. Not 'shock and awe', just 'awe.'

Deeds and seeds, take their own time to fructify.

In order to accomplish something, you must be willing to do whatever it takes to accomplish it.

Young people don't want to sit at home and watch television; they'd sooner be out doing their own thing.

Those vices [luxury and neglect of decent manners] are vices of men, not of the times. [Lat., Hominum sunt ista [vitia], non temporum.

Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.