Most of us don't live our lives with one, integrated self that meets the world, we're a whole bunch of selves.

If you think anyone is sane you just don't know enough about them.

Only by being prepared for your death can you ever truly live.

You want me and I want you. right?" Who did she think she was? You can't just go around blurting out the truth like a prophet with Tourette's Syndrome. He said, "Well, I guess. Yeah, that's right.

Tommy had felt alone in a crowd before, even inferior to everyone in a crowd, but now he felt, well, different. It wasn't just the clothes and the make up, it was the humanity. He wasn't part of it. Heightened senses or not, he felt like he had his nose pressed against the window, looking in. The problem was, it was the window of a donut shop.

Inside, I was like: "Ha, suck my spiky rubber strap-on, vampyre hunter!

Anger is the spirits telling you that you are alive.