Love is the greatest corrupter ever known and has been the numbers one downfall of mankind since the first creation.

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 fly that doesn't want to be swatted is most secure when it lights on the fly-swatter.

Stay and respond and expand and include and allow and forgive and enjoy and evolve and discern and inquire and accept and admit and divulge and open and reach out and speak up, this is utopia.

Letters of the condemned. Last words scratched on a cell’s wall. To write like that.

Americans have always excelled through hard work, innovation, and an ability to find solutions that makes us unique among nations.

I can't text. My fingers are too big.

A writer once asked what I'd say if I ever met my biggest hater. I paused, thought deeply and said, "Probably 'suk a dog dik, motherfuker.'"

To make the common marvelous is the test of genius.

You see, the contemporary writer must write through his intimations of unease, while trying to elucidate them.

The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.

I want to feel that I own things.