Sex was never as neat as the movies made it. Real sex was messy. Good sex was messier.

Nothing is certain, ma petite, not even death." - Jean-Claude

she was just that shiver that makes you walk faster at night. You don't know why you do it, but some part of you remembers that the dark is never really empty. ~Anita

was a clear, pale blue like the eyes of a Siberian husky dog. Human beings just didn't have eyes like that.

It feels like we're in a Harry Potter book talking about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Confidence is a fine trait. Over-confidence isn't.

How could you love someone and not want them to be happy?