Nightfall. “What a strange word. ‘Night’ I get. But ‘fall’ is a gentle word. Autumn leaves fall, swirling with languid grace To carpet the earth with their dying blaze. Tears fall, like liquid diamonds Shimmering softly, before they melt away. Night doesn’t fall here. It comes slamming down.

Hope is a critical thing. Whithout it, we are nothing. Hope shapes will. The will shapes the world.

Pretty girls don't have ugly mouths.

I am going to love you now, slow and sweet, but when you come, I'm going to f*** you the way I need to. The way I've been dreaming about since the moment I saw you.

Werewolves? Oh please, just plain stupid. Who wants to get it on with a man ruled by his inner dog?

I love books, they're in my blood.

Four: If you try to force yourself into my head, I will force myself into your pants.