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.
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. -Tana and Gavriel-page 33- chapter 5.
It is my belief that books are living things.
He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, and his jaw curved, giving him an off-kilter beauty. His black hair a mad forest of dirty curls.
Every plan is a house of cards.
But if you didn’t believe in monsters, then how were you going to be able to keep safe from them?
They think you can’t feel anything, because they’ve forgotten how. You’re very, very dangerous, I get that, and you’re prone to some very theatrical brooding, but don’t let yourself mistake that for some kind of inner corruption. They see themselves in you and are blinded.
You have to write a lot. And you have to rewrite what you wrote a lot more.
A second book that makes you rethink the first book is the Holy Grail of a series.
Once, there was a girl who vowed she would save everyone in the world, but forgot herself.
All friendships are negotiations of power.
I thought weirdness was a good thing. I don’t mean that defensively, either. I thought it was something to be cultivated.
Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it’s not going to encourage anyone’s betterment.
If she was going to die, she might as well die sarcastic.
Even from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.
Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.
Jewels, lies, slips of paper, dried flowers, memories of thing long past, useless quotations, idle hands, beads, buttons, and mischief.
He was saying that the end of the world wasn’t an accident; it was a joke.
Instead, it just reminded her that sometimes there were no good choices.
One night you will ask me for something I cannot give.