Loss is loss. Doesn't take death to create it.

Love is more than blind. It’s brain-dead.

I never actually plan sequels. They demand to be done.

I'll Stay ...leave ...me. ...I'll ...follow ...you.

Perfection I've lived with the pretense of perfection for seventeen years. Give my room a cursory inspection, you'd think I have OCD. But it's only habit and not obsession that keeps it all orderly. Of course, I don't want to give the impression that it's all up to me.

The monster likes to talk; he jumps into your head and opens your mouth, making it spout your deepest darkest deceptions. Making you say all the things you'd rather not say, at least not in mixed company." (Ellen Hopkins)

Her smile is like summer moonlight-beautiful and magical, with a fire that could melt the night.