I didn't know it would be black," she murmured with a little smile. Horror flooded his face. "Oh, Christ!

What happened to you?" she asked. "I got hit in the side." "With what?" "A knife.

Thank you for caring for my brother." He took his sunglasses off. And looked at her with total adoration.

I lived for the night, because I could go over to your house. It was the only thing that kept me going. You were the only thing, actually. It was… you.

You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!

The stories just keep showing up in my head - and I really hope they keep it up! I write what I'm told, and as long as I do that, I don't have any problems with writer's block or anything. The issues come only when I try to force the story or the people in it to do things they don't want to. As a control freak, it's funny that I've learned to be so comfortable with being out of control in what is arguably one of the most important areas of my life!

Jane: Focus is important. V: Only if you're a microscope.