When you dance with the devil, the devil doesn't change. The devil changes you.

Right then, it didn't matter what his reasons were. All I knew that I was sick of him breaking my heart.

I paused outside your door to see if you were awake, and you clearly were, so I came in." "You still can't just barge in." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Would you like me to go back out and knock?" Loki gestured to the doors behind him. "Would that make you feel better?

Writing has always felt like a compulsion. Even at high school there'd be times when people would ask me if I wanted to go and hang out and I'd sit home and write instead.

Sometimes it seems to me that that’s all my life has been, a series of things that I loved deeply that I could never have.

A vampire is branding girls, okay?" I ignored his refusal. "Something about that just feels wrong to me." "I would hope so.

You know something?" He lifted his head, and when he turned to me, he had this strange look in his eyes. Almost as if he was really seeing me for the first time. "I don't think I ever really lived until this. I've never done anything that mattered before, but now I'm fighting to save my life, and yours. And I know it sounds really cheesy and lame, but I don't think I ever really felt alive. Not until I met you.