That was seven years ago. The doctors told her father the memory would fade, like the big messy scar on her arm, but neither ever did.

Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.

We all wind up drawn to what we're afraid of, drawn to try to find a way to make ourselves safe from a thing by crawling inside of it, by loving it, by becoming it.

Maybe it was that nearly everyone else was dead and she felt a little bit dead too, but she figured that even a vampire deserved to be saved. Maybe she ought to leave him, but she wasn't going to.

Keep going' she told herself, 'Don't look back.' But she looked anyways.

Even from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.

She took a deep breath, "Last chance. Are you in need of rescuing?" His expression turned very strange, almost as if she'd struck him, "Yes, " he said finally.

I will guard you from Death, for I have no fear of him.

People are fragile. They die of mistakes, of overdoses, of sickness. But mostly they die of Death.

They wore their strange beauty like war paint.

Nothing can happen more beautiful than death - Walt Whitman

What is it you want to do, to put out into the world, that is greater than your fear?

All of us fail, but this doesn't mean we are failures.

I am an artist and a writer, and I do think that one always places oneself in the picture to see where one fits.

Go at least once a year to a place you've never been before.

Timing is everything. That's a cliche. Now. If I'd said that a long time ago, I'd have been original.

When Mexico sends its people, they're not sending the best.

I'll accept being Phoebe to people for a while longer, given how much fun it was. That's totally fair.

Stop obeying a dictator; you will then see that he is nothing! Stop obeying a king; you will then see that he is nothing! If you refuse the Devil, you will then see that he will shade away!

You gotta be a good sport! So when I would lose, I would say, "That guy was better than I was; what do I have to do to be better next time?"

Mondays are just like Sam from Clarissa Explains it All. They just show up through the damn window whenever the hell they feel like it.