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

Larry's zombie bag was a nearly virulent green with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on it. I was almost afraid to ask what his vampire bag looked like.

Would you truly sleep with strangers?" "I don't know, I haven't met the strangers yet.

You cannot die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world where my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.

I wasn't afraid of him anymore, because I could smell his fear. You never had to be afraid of anything that was afraid of you.

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

If the eyes are the window to the soul, then Edward's in trouble 'cause no one is home.