You need anything else... You to touch me like I matter.

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.

I have loved this disaster of a library since I was old enough to read.

He would never admit it, but he did have a heart of gold under all that crud.Solid, hard, impenetrable gold, but still gold, nonetheless.

With ignorance comes fear- from fear comes bigotry. Education is the key to acceptance.

I love nature and enjoy learning new skills.

I bet you think an egg is something you casually order for breakfast when you can't think of anything else. Well, so did I once, but that was before the egg and I.

In a strange way, I'm way more comfortable onstage than anywhere else.

I say, carpe the chaos, for in chaos is opportunity.

Seeing Shakespeare in the Park, for me, it's just this side of feeling like you've witnessed some kind of magic. It's this spell that you're under, to be part of that!

Whom conscience, ne'er asleep, Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but deep.

The intelligent are to the intelligentsia what a gentleman is to a gent.