That part of us that we trap in our dreams and deny in daylight hours.
There comes a point where you just love someone. Not because they’re good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn’t mean you’ll be together forever. It doesn’t mean you won’t hurt each other. It just means you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.
Sometimes you can’t save people, and sometimes they don’t want to be saved.
I was still left with having to peel the tape off my arm, and the IV itself had to come out, mustn’t forget that. “If you want it fast, I’ll do it,” Edward said. I nodded, and he ripped the tape off my arm along with the IV. “Ow!” He smiled. “Sissy.” “Sociopath.” Doctor.
We take turns being smart for each other; I think it’s part of the job description of being a couple.
You should never attack a necromancer in a cemetery; it’s like chasing Rambo into a building full of loaded guns. Some people seem to help you kill them.
I was new and didn’t realize that brand new writers are treated like light bulbs; when one burns out, you can always buy more, screw the next one in, and it lights up just as bright. No, I am not being too harsh about how publishing treats new writers. If anything I’m toning it down. Sorry, for all you aspiring authors out there, but truth is truth, it is a hard business. Shine up the armor around your ego, harden your heart, keep your head down, and write.
My mug had a reindeer in a bathrobe and slippers with Christmas lights laced in its antlers, toasting the merry season with champagne and saying, “Bingle Jells.
Among the fey it was impolite to ask why a person was having hysterics. Hell, sometimes it was considered impolite to notice they were having hysterics at all. Usually that was for ruling royalty, though. Everyone had to pretend that the king or queen wasn’t bug nuts. Mustn’t admit that centuries of inbreeding had done any damage.
There was something a little frightening about a man who knew he was not a nice person and didn’t give a damn. It went against everything America holds dear.
They had kilts on instead of pants, but you just didn’t see six feet-plus of immortal warrior panicking about anything often, but panicking in a kitchen with pots in their hands and the oven open while they peered inside in a puzzled manner was a very special and endearing type of panic.
This one is for all the Edward fans, who by their letters, questions, and sheer interest let me know that they were as interested in knowing more about him as I was.
SOME people are just born evil. No twisted childhood trauma, no abusive father, or alcoholic mother, just plain God-awful mean.
Life is like dancing, sometimes one of you leads, sometimes the other, and if you do it right it’s beautiful, even when it’s hard.
Destroy your personal demons, use their corpses as fuel to light your way.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?
You’re as tough as you are beautiful, which means a lot of women must hate you on sight, and the men can’t decide whether to try to compete with you or sleep with you.
It is not where you begin, or what gifts you begin with, but what you do with them that matters in the end.
Most people are afraid of knives. If you show yourself willing to carve someone up, they tend to be afraid of you.
I didn’t look back, and I didn’t try to kiss him good-bye. I think if I’d tried to touch him, he ’d have hurt me. I don’t mean struck me, but there are a thousand ways to hurt someone you love that have nothing to do with physical violence.