That was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not having them the worst thing in the world.

Sometimes it would be nice not to have to do my best. Sometimes it would just be nice not to have a crisis to deal with. - Anita Blake

If I wanted death, Edward would give it to me. Because we both understand that it isn't death that we fear. It's living.

Not knowing a thing is not ignorance. Feigning knowledge you don't have can be--Sholto

Hatred makes us all ugly.

Perfection is an unattainable goal. It isn't going to be perfect. Just get words down on paper, and when you stumble to what you think is the end of the book, you will have hundreds of pages of words that came out of your head. It may not be perfect, but it looks like a book.

Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another. Yeah. I wrapped myself in anger, with a dash of hate, and at the bottom of it all was an icy center of pure terror.