So is there any part of you that’s not a lethal weapon? (Kiara) No. Even my wits are sharpened. (Nykyrian)

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 circumstances of the world are so variable that an irrevocable purpose or opinion is almost synonymous with a foolish one.

If Mother had to be told not to shove the entire brick of Ivory up Junior's hindquarters, constipation is the least of his problems.

You want a friend in Washington? Get a dog.

Indifference is a quarantined difference.

People in Britain always think of 'Jesus Christ Superstar' as a musical - it wasn't.

Maybe I see myself with kids, given the right place and right moment, with the right person.

There is nothing so dreadful as a great victory--except a great defeat.

The dowry, not the wife, is the object of attraction.

We vary greatly in the natural advantages that we've been given. The world's not fair

I love to dwell on the thought that the artist is next in divinity to the saint. He, like the saint, performs miracles.