I'd never met coffee that wasn't wonderful. It was just a matter of how wonderful it was.

We hate most in others what we dislike in ourselves.

The fey in this country keep to themselves, and are a separate nation, much like the American Indians, but with even more autonomy.

His parting shot to me had been, "I don't want to love someone who is more at home with the monsters than I am." What do you say to that? What can you say? Damned if I know. They say love conquers everything. They lie.

Walking your path doesn't mean you don't hurt, it means the pain is worth the progress. Sometimes you have to break something down in order to remake it, and that includes yourself, or it did for me. There were moments when I wept for an easier road, but in the end I would not trade my path for anyone else's. It is mine and the traveling of it has made me who I am, and continues to shape and remold me into the best, happiest, most productive, most playful me, I've ever been.

Pity is an emotion that can get you killed. The only thing more dangerous is blind hate, and maybe love.

Death, jewelry, or magic; it sounded like Valentine's Day.