She feels lonely all the time, she wants to be accepted, by anyone, on any terms, but she feels apart. As if nobody who really got to know her would trust her.

Ce mort-vivant a un corps qui est son propre corps. Il n'est ni mort, ni vivant mais vivant dans la mort. Il est une anomalie, un paria parmi les monstres.

We have souls, little slices of infinity inside us, and anyone with a soul couldn’t be forgotten by God. He’d never leave behind a part of Himself.

The night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness I learned the language of another world.

Being postmodern, however, is about being complicit rather than virtuous, it is about approaching categories like Good and Evil with a certain ironic skepticism.

How'd you get to be so good at this?""I had a good teacher.""Better not have been Myrnin or I'll have to kick his predatory ass.""I mean you, dummy.""Oh.

Believe this," he whispered, and kissed her with the sharp, sleek kiss, the silver kiss, so swift and true, and razor sharp, and her warmth was flowing into him.

You're sadly fucked up. And really homo, too."Jared scowled. "Bisexual, fuck you very much, and unless I yank your dong it's none of your business anyway.

The train is roaring toward you and the villain is twirling his moustache and you're fussing that he's tied you to the tracks with the wrong kind of rope.

Luca chuckled. “You will learn to trust me, princess.”Ryan scoffed as he also brushed past Luca and walked into the library. “Like hell she will.

It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay. You can let go of the sword.""I can’t. I can’t leave him alone. I have to protect him.""You have.

Myrnin turned away to pick up his Ben Franklin spectacles, balanced them on his nose, and looked over them to say, "Don't do drugs. I feel I ought to say that.

His eyes narrowed to slits.Power passed over her, intensifying her desire for him. She moaned and rotated her hips against him. “What will you do with me now?

Seeing as this is probably my last hurrah, I don't suppose I could get you two bleeding hearts to massacre a village with me? For old time's sake. - Jackal

Ivy turned. 'He bit you on the neck?' she said, deadpan serious but for her eyes. 'Oh, then it's got to be love. She won't let me bite her neck.