I choose to be with him for however many days or minutes we are granted, and to count myself blessed to have them.

Dear me," said Will, and he took another bite of his apple. "Is it because I'm better-looking than you?

We live and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved again. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.

Because viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me.

Dead bodies didn't resemble unconscious ones; it was as if you could sense that something had fled from them, that some essential spark was now missing.

Oh, good. You're starting to talk about yourself in the third person. That's not a sign of impending megalomania or anything.

We’re Nephilim. Every one of our life’s passages has some mystical component — our births, our deaths, our, marriages, everything has a ceremony and a rune. There is one as well if you wish to become someone’s parabatai. It’s no small commitment.