Idiot people like Angel Delaporte who look for a supernatural reason for ordinary events, those people drive Misty nuts.

She's not wearing makeup so her face just looks like skin.

A good story should change the way you see the world.

Recycling and speed limits are bullshit. They're like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed.

The difference between how you look and how you see yourself is enough to kill most people. And maybe the reason vampires don’t die is because they can never see themselves in photographs or mirrors.

As the stupidest person in the room, I always had the most to gain.

Everybody's still miserable in the same way they've always been miserable, and more and more of my friends - especially my male friends - find themselves taking anti-anxiety, psychotropic drugs. It seems like everybody I know is wondering if they're really who they are, or once the prescription runs out, will they become someone different?