They say when one door shuts, another one opens. But they haven’t been living at my house. Most of the doors I open seem to have something scary crouched behind them, anyway.

I really, really wanted to lose awareness of the here and now. The best way for me to do that was bury myself in a book.

I hurt with you. I bled with you - not only because we're bonded but because of the love I have for you. -- Eric Northman

Look, how come he showed up now? When you have other fairies in the woods? And does that sound crazy when you say it out loud, or what?

Glass shattered, vampires roared, humans screamed. The noise battered at me, just as the tidal wave of scores of brains at high gear washed over me. When it began to taper off, I looked up into Eric's eyes. Incredibly, he was excited. He smiled at me. "I knew I'd get on top of you somehow," he said. Are you trying to make me mad so I'll forget how scared I am?" No, I'm just opportunistic." I wiggled, trying to get out from under him, and he said, "Oh, do that again. It felt great.

A piece of happiness should never be taken as due.

Everyone thinks I'm crazy, you know, because I can't tell them the truth; which is, that I'm driven crazy by all these thoughts, all these heads.