What you wish for, what you most hope for - that is your greatest illusion.

They are all I have left—the stars and the memory of the many times I wished upon them. But with all those wishes, I asked for only one thing. To see him again. But I will not see him again. I do not see him now.

Yet, ironically, it is her very wretchedness that makes me pity her so. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know what to do!

Sometimes, if I am not careful, and I stare too long at a flower, it shrivels and dies.

I am a vampire," I say softly. "And you have pissed me off.

Slow down. The party won't start until I get there - Jo, Remember me. Page 43.

You can never hate strongly unless you have loved strongly.