Love, whether it's friendship or more, is like a cup. It fills up drop by drop, until one last drop and the cup is full. The liquid hangs there almost above the rim, hangs there on surface tension alone and you know that one more drop and it will spill over.

What was I supposed to say?.....did I tell them the Master had the hots for me, so I'd probably be okay? -Anita

I know who and what I am. I am the Executioner, and I don't date vampires. I kill them.

Sex is like crying, it does look pretty if you really do it

Death is the last intimate thing we ever do.

trust me, Anita, if you get dead, especially if he blames himself in any way, he will be a force of destruction looking for a place to be aimed. And he's blamed himself for introducing you to Olaf here from the get-go. If Olaf did to you what he's done to some of his other victims, Edward would drown the world in blood to erase those images.

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.