The problem with cell phones is that you can’t slam them down into a cradle when you hang up. Your only option is to throw them, and if you do, they just skitter across the floor and crack their case. It’s not satisfying at all. I close my eyes and bend down to pick up the pieces.

She knew she shouldn't feel that way about a monster, but right then, she wanted nothing more than a monster of her very own.

The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.

Are you sure?" Aidan asked, "Gavriel's still a vampire." "He warned me about you and about them. He didn't have to. I'm not going to repay that by-" she hesitated, then frowned. "What did you call him?" "That's his name," Aidan sighed, "Gavriel. The other vampires, while they were tying me to the bed, they said his name." "Oh." With a final tug she pulled the blanked free and tossed it over to 'Gavriel' -Tana and Aidan-page 23-chapter 3

Can't get away from your own self.

Carney is like a graveyard where everyone already owns their plots and has built houses on top of them.

It is my belief that books are living things.