You can’t protect yourself. No matter how safe you think you are. No matter how much precaution you take, the rodents always find a way in.’ (Kiara)

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.

People are valuable, Mistress Vin, and so—therefore—are their beliefs.

Everybody wanna be a super dad and the best dad ever, but sometimes, I'm just realizing that I'm not perfect.

My best advice: Fall in love with what you do for a living.

Let us not judge others, because we simply don't know that had we lived their life, we might be exactly the same.

There are so many separate selves; no one who writes creatively hasn't felt that.

What is delayed is not lost.

A tune's like a staircase - walk up on it.

People who choose to cut their parents out completely are super brave, but it's complicated and for me, I'd rather give the relationship a little bit of a try, however imperfect it is.

There's a cool web of language winds us in, Retreat from too much joy or too much fear: We grow sea-green at last and coldly die In brininess and volubility.

History is the memory of a nation