Is anyone who's supposed to be dead actually dead?

You want to believe in black and white, good and evil, heroes that are truly heroic, villains that are just plain bad, but I've learned in the past year that things are rarely so simple. The good guys can do some truly awful things, and the bad guys can sometimes surprise the heck out of you.

Life equaled love plus passion squared. Loving and being passionate about what one did was what made life so precious.

If V’lane were a signpost, it would read Abandon All Personal Will, Ye Who Tread Here.

Lust is a thing of the blood. Doesn't need head or heart.

I make a new discovery that totally blows; dying is the easy part. It's coming back to life that sucks.

Was he a good kisser, Ms. Lane?” Barrons asked, watching me carefully. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand at the memory. “It was like being owned.” Some women like that.” Not me.” Perhaps it depends on the man doing the owning.” I doubt it. I couldn’t breathe with him kissing me.” One day you may kiss a man you can’t breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.” Right, and one day my prince might come.” I doubt he’ll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are.