Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.

A starving child is a frightful sight. A starving vampire, even worse.

I never lie," I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.

No matter how rudely someone treats you, remain kind. Walking away at peace with yourself is worth it.

To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.

Hell's Bells ringing, my secret music.

The truth is, laughter always sounds more perfect than weeping. Laughter flows in a violent riff and is effortlessly melodic. Weeping is often fought, choked, half strangled, or surrendered to with humiliation.