Once upon a time wasn’t as long ago as it used to be.
But we were all young once. It passes, like innocence and a sense of fair play. The only thing left in the end is a good instinct for survival.
Is death such a high price to pay, when you will die anyway?
I know that look, Blake. You are a drowning woman, and the only way out is down the aisle.
Assuming the worst was always safer. And usually truer.
If I was truly as brave as I thought I was, I’d have let him go. But I loved him, and I wasn’t that brave.
I never said I was consistent.
If you’re dressed for my funeral, it’s too casual. If it’s just street clothes, then you must be scaring the tourists.
Is it better to outmonster the monsters or to be quietly devoured?
Nicky looked down at me with a knowledge on his face that he was holding the monster in his arms. I’d have comforted him, but it would have been all lies.
I’d learned a long time ago that you can’t prove a negative. You can prove that you did something, but it’s the devil to prove you didn’t do something.
I laid my hand on top of theirs, and all I could think was, Is this how revolutions begin? Not with a proclamation or a riot, but with a few people in a room somewhere with their hands clasped and a purpose.
Love is not about owning someone, but about loving them.
It’s good not to be the only girl in the fight for once.
Is this a private fight, or can anyone join?
A certain type of man, when he loves for the first time, his love is not really love, it is possession. Possessions don’t have rights or feelings; they are something to owned and controlled. He had spent more than a year trying to do just that, and failing.
Knock your bad self out.
When crime busting is easier than your personal life, something has gone seriously wrong.
Now that I’m being very successful, publishers are trying to mainstream me, but I’m unabashedly genre. It’s what I like to read, what I like to write.
Some people just don’t seem to understand the concept of fiction. It is fiction; it ain’t true, folks.