A story isn't a charcoal sketch, where every stroke lies on the surface to be seen. It's an oil painting, filled with layers that the author must uncover so carefully to show its beauty.

You speak of giving up my dreams. Have you ever, since Maeve's coven split, had a dream? Have you ever had anything worth dying for?

Only love can break a heart into so many pieces. -Risika(In The Forest Of The Night)

I ask for trust. It is a lot, I know; it isn't easy to give. But it is all I ask.

The first time I kissed you, you had just cut off your hair with a plastic knife. You were in restraints and your lips were completely chapped and dry from the tranquilizers. The next day you tried to kill me with a torn-off piece of bedsheet. I've seen you at your worst. You hardly need to dress up for me.

Some people use things; they destroy. You're a creator, a builder.

Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting.