The world isn’t big enough for all of us.

You can never trust a Vampire, child.

What do you want?"To see the world burn, and a new one be born from the ashes…

The flames of their passion illuminated the dimly lit room, filling it with a blazing fire which was either brilliantly beautiful or dangerously violent.

How dare you come into my home? And hurt my family? I ought to tear your throat out right here, right now!

Whoever is messing with my daughter, messing with my home, will be sorry they chose to play this game. I’ll be screaming checkmate before they even realise I moved my pawns…

Just always remember to listen to your heart’s song…it will keep you alive

Just because we’re adults doesn’t mean we should grow up! The world’s a playground for us, Melody, and I for one intend to play!

I know you’re scared, Letti, but sweetheart…you haven’t seen anything yet. You’ve not known true fear...

The minute grains of sand slipped silently down the curved hourglass, no matter how many times the people of Earth willed them not to. Time, fate and the actions of others were out of their control.

Sun and snow is an Angel’s glow, but storm and rain? That’s a Demon’s bane.

A friend in power is a friend lost.

Every morning brings thousands of opportunities

You've got to do your own growing no matter how tall your grandfather was.

There is more or less of pathos in all true beauty. The delight it awakens has an indefinable, and, as it were, luxurious sadness, which is perhaps one element of its might.

Don't you ever wish you were someone else. You were meant to be the way you are exactly. Don't you ever say you don't like the way you are. When you learn to love yourself, you're better off by far.

It has been said that next to hunger and thirst, our most basic human need is for storytelling.

Most dystopian, classic and contemporary, paints a future world that puts a twist on present society - a future world that could plausibly happen.

Better to have a small role in God's story than to cast yourself as the lead in your own fiction.

Like society, the diary is a world of useless secrets. Everything is there, yet there is nothing.

I think women secretly yearn for the return of John Wayne and don't even know it.