Never argue with your characters; they know themselves better than you do

Because all bad little vampires see me in the end

You cannot die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world where my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.

I am sincere, ma petite, even when I lie.

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

True love means you love the real person, not an ideal that you have in your head and superimpose over them. That's illusion and lies to me.

Should I eat first or accuse the Master of the City of murder? Choices, choices. -Anita