Since you won't give me your names I'll call you Thing One and Thing Two.

Maybe you’re not willing to give up a lover who’s colder than you are.

So many wonderful books to write, and not enough hours in the day. An embarrassment of riches.

It feels like we're in a Harry Potter book talking about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

If I wanted death, Edward would give it to me. Because we both understand that it isn't death that we fear. It's living.

There comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days. Other people will try to make you miserable; don't help them by doing the job yourself.

Without hope, love dies and parts of you wither.