The night swelled with magic; not the beneficent kind of love-magic that sweeps couples away, but the kind of magic that rips and tears, the enchantment that creeps out of the woods and pounces.

I've often wished when I started a book I knew what was going to happen. I talked to writers who write 80-page outlines, and I'm just in awe of that.

I’d always enjoyed life, and I knew I would again. But I was going to have to slog through a lot of bad patches to get there

Sometimes you just have to regret things and move on.

You just don't want a vampire pissed off at you.

People fidget. They are compelled to look engaged in an activity, or purposeful. Vampires can just occupy space without feeling obliged to justify it.

Anyone got X-ray visión?I asked, trying to smile. Where is Superman when you need him?