He loved her beyond all reason and didn't expect her to love him back. He was just waiting for her to wise up.

I suppose we must work on being gracious and grateful until we can do for ourselves. Someday the wheel of fate will put us in a position to be of use to them, and we will remember how much easier it is to give help than it is to accept it.

During my last year of college I wrote the same ten pages over and over again. Those ten pages became the first few pages of my first novel. I can still recite the opening paragraph from memory - only now I cringe when I do it because they are - surprise! - a classic example of overwriting, in addition to being a more than a little pretentious.

I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn't Buffy--I was so screwed.

People who know other people’s secrets can’t afford to do things that impair their ability to control their mouths.

Some people will tell you werewolves can only shapechange under a full moon, but people also say there's no such things as ghosts.

I don't break; I bounce.