There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

I didn't want to pick at Micah and me until we unraveled. I wanted to leave it alone and enjoy it. I just didn't know how to do that.

...you don't need ghosts to be haunted. Memory does that just fine without any supernatural help at all.

I'm very judgmental person. It's one of my faults.

Fear will keep you alive; indifference won't.

Besides I'm a sucker for a pair of pretty eyes.

Neal stood, kicking free of the clinging curtain. "I'll kill you." I drew the firestar and pointed it at him. "I don't think so." "She is pack now," Sylvie said. "You fight one of us, and you fight all of us." Edward raised his eyebrows at me. "What is going on, Anita?" "I think I've been adopted," I said.