Before I knew you, I thought brave was not being afraid. You've taught me that bravery is being terrified and doing it anyway.

I’d have much rather gotten dragged into someone else’s fight than face what was waiting for me. Other people’s emotional pain, no matter how painful, is so much less painful than your own.

They say not to look back, but if you’re not sure what lies ahead, what else is there but looking back?

He doesn’t pretend,” the punk pixie said. He nodded toward Doyle. “Nice rings. You got anything else pierced?” “Yes,” Doyle said. The boy smiled, making the rings in the edge of his nose and his bottom lip curl cheerfully with it. “Me too,” he said.

Ma petite is not a subtle woman. Unless you say it, she will not understand it.

It's not the fur or the fangs that make you a monster, not always. Sometimes, it's just where you draw the line.

He looked less handsome without the smile and glow in his eyes, but he also seemed more real. Being real will get me into trouble faster than any amount of charm.