Girls like her, my grandfather once warned me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry. They are bad news. They will drink you down like a shot of whisky. Falling in love with them is like falling down a flight of stairs. What no one told me, with all those warnings, is that even after you’ve fallen, even after you know how painful it is, you’d still get in line to do it again.

Everyone danced -- sweaty bodies packed tight, drunk with sound.

Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.

whatever you love, that is your weakness

Tana. In all my long life, though there were many times I prayed for it, no one has ever saved me. No one but you.

Lie until even you believe it - that's the real secret of lying

There are dog people and cat people.