No one's place in this world is guaranteed. Not everyone is going to get a happy ending. But life isn't about how it ends. It's about the moments between. It's about the small things. The way our loved ones laugh. The sight of a butterfly in the sunlight after a year or two in the darkness. The love and support of an old friend. They might not be with us in body, but they are with us in spirit. ... Because every day, on this planet, people are born and people die and stranger things happen.(Armintrout, All Souls' Night, 367)

Let the meek have the kingdom of heaven. The strong shall rule on earth.

It was the damnedest thing, life. Once you decide exactly how things are going to go, something or someone comes along and messes it all up.

If we truly seek diversity in fiction, we have to let the needs of others come before our need to define ourselves as social justice allies.

The belief that a person can and should only feel grief over one sad event at a time is a truly disturbing estimate of our emotional capacity.

I couldn't take much more of this. Being the object two men competed for wasn't as glamorous as it sounded in the movies. The two men who both wanted one hundred percent of my time weren't dashing, international playboys. They were undead and surprisingly immature, considering the youngest was just over a hundred years old.

I have to go. I have a finite amount of life left and I don't want to spend it arguing with you.