I guess the sacrifice of my dignity is the only thing that will save us now. The things I endure for love. The Fates laugh at my torment.

I was a huge bookworm as a kid, and you could usually find me reading something with a dragon on its cover.

Who knows what goes on in the mind of a cat?

Robin Goodfellow, for all his pranks and mischief, was the sweetest, most noble person I'd ever known, and I'd missed him terribly.

When I wrote my first story, all the characters were teenagers because I think 16, 17 is a great age.

You will always be a monster - there is no turning back from it. But what kind of monster you become is entirely up to you.

I know what it’s like to miss someone. To feel like you’re just…wandering around, lost.