Oh my God, can you see me? I thought I was wearing my invisibility cloak.

David held up his hands. "Hold it. This is going nowhere. You two are both afraid, and being afraid makes you angry, and being angry makes you lash out." "Thank you, Dr. Laura," I said snippily. "I'm not afraid of her," Hunter said, like a six-year-old, and I wanted to kick him under the table. Now that I knew he was actually alive, I remembered just how unpleasant he was.

It happened again this afternoon. Just the way it did that other night. We were talking--talking about how to protect her, actually--and then, suddenly, I looked at her and it was as if I'd found an entire universe in her eyes.

Heritage does not equal destiny.

Over my dead body, I thought. Yes, even immortals use that phrase. It has extra oomph for us.

No matter how dark you are, no matter what you think your heritage is or how inevitable your fall is, you can always make a choice in the next second to be different.

No, officer, I have no idea why I'm wearing this possum costume. I called you what? OH. My bad." -Nastasya