So I'm scared, because you're not just not human, you're not like anyone....there's nobody like you in all the world and it's you I want. I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.

It is my belief that books are living things.

You can break a thing, but you cannot always guide it afterward into the shape you want.

You have to write a lot. And you have to rewrite what you wrote a lot more.

Jewels, lies, slips of paper, dried flowers, memories of thing long past, useless quotations, idle hands, beads, buttons, and mischief.

I don't want to be a vampire' she told herself. But in her dreams, she kind of did.-Tana Bach-page 29-chapter 4

You carried my heart in your hands tonight," he said. "But I have felt as if you carried it long before that.