Vamps who are dying, or think they are, give a piercing, eardrum-bursting shriek, like the love child of a screech owl and a mountain lion on crystal meth, amplified like a seventies rock band.

Admitting that Katie had taken too much blood was on par with saying an adult human had pooped their pants or eaten their own boogers!

You don't have to shout from the mountaintops. Sometimes power comes in a soft, calm, compassionate way, like a quiet warrior.

Alarm stole over me on little kitten feet.

Walk softly and carry a big stick. Or stomp loudly and carry enough firepower to start a small war. Whatever worked

I figured even the most jaded and cynical inhabitant might report a bloody girl in a party dress carrying a severed head by its hair.

My yoga practice was and will always be a spiritual experience. I can honestly say, "Yoga delivered me back to GOD!"

Chicken, yeah, that's me. I'd rather fight an old rogue-vamp in my underwear, with my bare hands, than deal with relationship problems.

But nothing in life was set in stone and nothing in life is promised us. Not happiness, not joy, not love. Everything was variable and mutable and inconstant.

It looked to me like a vamp version of a pissing contest. Men will be boys.

Beast had once informed me that humans were hunters only by luck and because they had opposable thumbs.

So go back to the books. They will comfort you and cheer you. If you earnestly work with them, neither sorrow nor anxiety nor distress nor suffering need trouble your mind any more, no, not evermore.

The discovery in art is often gradual, a process of minor discoveries riddled with uncertainties and the potential for making that which is discovered vanish before your eyes, like a mirage.

A flawed rose is better than a flawless dandy lion.

True eloquence consists in saying all that is necessary and nothing but what is necessary.

Work is the curse of the drinking classes.

I know there are people who don't read fiction at all, and I find it hard to understand how they can bear to be inside the same head all the time.

Don't you know that you're blowing my mind? What you do to me I can't describe. Baby, I can't hold back anymore. I just can't conceal it. You're the one I really adore.

Under Medicare right now, I get paid to put a pacemaker in you, but I don't get paid to counsel you about end-of-life care.

I believe that one basic question, what we ought to do, period (the moral question), is a genuine one. There exists a true answer to it, which is independent of our thought and conceptualisation.