Jesus, are all vampires over two hundred perverts?" "I am over two hundred," Jean-Claude said. "I rest my case.

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

I have no personal stake in these people, Jean-Claude, but they are people. Good, bad, or indifferent, they are alive, and no one has the right to just arbitrarily snuff them out.” "So it is the sanctity of life you cling to?" I nodded. “That and the fact that every human being is special. Every death is a loss of something precious and irreplaceable.

If people would write exactly what I wanted to read I wouldn't feel so compelled to write myself

I've been writing stories since I was 12. 'Writer's Digest' was one of my writing teachers, actually.

being physically intimidating didn't keep you from getting your feelings hurt. Everyone's heart is the same size.

He had this old southern idea of what a lady should be. A lady should not carry a gun and spend most of her time covered in blood and corpses. I had two words for that attitude. Yeah, those are the words.