Oh, I'll enjoy myself. I want to make sure you enjoy yourself." "Why?" I said. "If you enjoy yourself, then there's a better chance you'll want to be with me again.

Without hope, love dies and parts of you wither.

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

Fear will bind you closer than love, or hate, and it works a hell of a lot quicker.

What do you do when you know you are breaking someone's heart, but to do anything else would break your own?

What is love? Sometimes it's just letting yourself be who and what you are, and letting the person you're supposed to love be who and what he is too. Or maybe what and who they are.

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