I'm more influenced by my own interests than anyone else's. Writers have to entertain themselves, or they can't entertain anyone else

Out last chance is a cat's magic sight. We are doomed.

One thing I've learned about vampires--they keep pulling new rabbits out of their cloaks. Big, fanged, carnivorous bunnies that'll eat your eyeballs if you're not paying attention.

A crowd is an elemental thing. A word, a glance, and a crowd becomes a mob.

I loved him, but love isn't enough. All the fairy tales, the romance novels, the soap operas; they're all lies. Love does not conquer all.

But we were all young once. It passes, like innocence and a sense of fair play. The only thing left in the end is a good instinct for survival.

If they cheat, can I shoot them?