Sometimes, loyalty gets in the way of what you want to do. Sometimes, it’s not your secret to tell.

Tonight the sky was utterly black. Perhaps there was no moon tonight—a lunar eclipse, a new moon. A new moon. I shivered, though I wasn't cold.

Well, I'm so sorry that I can't be the right kind of monster for you, Bella.

Sometimes you have to learn to love what's good for you.

I honestly have no idea how to live without you.

When I told you I didn't want you it was the blackest kind of blasphemy

Only you could be more important than what I wanted...what I needed. What I want and what I need is to be with you, and I know I'll never be strong enough to leave again.

Try not to trip, " she added. "We don't have time for a concussion today."I groaned. That would be just like me - ruin everything, destroy the world, in a moment of klutziness.

The thing about the sun… is that it’s always there. Like sometimes, you can’t see it, but it never really goes away.

Sorry if I can't be the right monster for you Bella.

Maybe it would feel nice. Maybe it wouldn't feel like a betrayal. Besides, who was I betraying, anyway? Just myself.

Seek awaken in the inner spirit.

I remember being in China and realising how irrelevant not even Britain is, but also Europe. We're just another remote country that hardly impinges on some places at all.

When you got a guy that has purpose, now your in a dog fight.

Love should be our walk and our talk.

The bibliophile is the master of his books, the bibliomaniac their slave.

In 1980, I published my first novel, in the usual swirl of unjustified hope and justified anxiety.

You admire, Vacerra, only the poets of old and praise only those who are dead. Pardon me, I beseech you, Vacerra, if I think death too high a price to pay for your praise.

I'm trying to get my next job as a biracial action hero.

There are times when phrases such as 'totally astonished' just don't do the job. I am of course delighted and honoured and, needless to say, flabbergasted.

[We assume] that the self is an actual living thing, but it's not. It's a projection which our clever brains create in order to cheat ourselves from the reality of death.