Richelle Mead Quotes

You never really realize how many people care about you until they all turn out to support you.

Dimitri: "Don't look at me like that." Rose: "Like what?" Dimitri: "You've got this look on your face that says you think I'm delusional, but you're too nice to say anything.

Me? I didn’t believe in hopeless.

You guys are so caught up in your polished images and your passive-aggressive comments that no one ever comes right out and says anything. Well, I'm going to.

Escape plan number seventeen," I told her. "Run away and open a juice stand in Fresno." "Why Fresno?" "Sounds like the kind of place people drink a lot of juice.

Rose, nothing in this world could make me hate you." "Not even trying to bring my ex-boyfriend back from the dead?

Dimitri seemed like the kind of guy you could throw into the wilderness and he would survive off anything.

If someone had asked who could stage the best intervention with a crazy woman who had formerly been an undead monster, Sydney Sage would have been my last guess.

Sydney might not be an expert in personal relationships but puzzles were familiar territory.

His fingers never ceased to amaze me. They could break a man's neck, bandage a wound, and slide sensually across bare skin.

You destroy my life then feed me inspirational philosophy.

Sage, aren't you guys supposed to have uniforms? This looks like what you usually wear.

Sydney: I like Latin. It's fun. Eddie: I can't believe you think we're the strange ones.

I thought Alchemists avoided alcohol the same way they do primary colors.

Never thought my biggest cheerleader would be someone who thought I was evil and unnatural.

You’re a terrible liar, Sage, but I’m still touched you’d attempt it for my sake. A for effort.

You’re a solid person, Sage. You’re easy on the eyes, if a little skinny, and your ability to memorize useless information is going to totally hook in some guy.

..Sage is convinced one extraneous calorie will make her go from super skinny to just regular skinny. Tragedy.

You make learning fun. Like a children’s book or after school special. Tell me about your…um, Athenian women.

Adrian: I find prostitutes vastly important. Nathan Ivashkov: Well. How refreshing to see that things haven’t changed.

Half condemn him and write him off as useless like him dad. The other half just shrug and indulge him and say, ‘Well, that’s Adrian.

Are you some kind of mutant human? Like a fire user? And I use mutant as a compliment, you know. I wouldn’t think less of you.

I saw him because I see everything. Easy when no one notices you.

Sydney: Ever had that happen? Once you can’t have something, you want it that much more.” Adrian: “Yes. It happens all the time.

Oh God. She probably thinks we were off doing—you know—romantic type, um, things—

He smiled, and it lit up his whole face.

Oh, and I’m also happy to watch our darling little love child dragon while you’re in St. Louis.

Where are you going?" he asked. "To break someone's heart," I replied.

She might be unarmed, but Rose Hathaway was in possession of many weapons.

I wanted to bring Lissa back, and I wanted to return to Adrian's arms again, return to his lips and all this life... "Hathaway! Good God, do I have to hose you down?

I saw endless depths of brown, the depths I'd fallen into so many times. No red rings. Dimitri...was not a Strigoi. And he was weeping.

It’s Adrian Ivashkov logic. Don’t try to understand it. Just roll with it.

I clung to that spark of hope, nurturing it into a small flame that chased some of the shadows in my heart away.

Coming to my rescue?' 'Of course. It's what we do. I rescue you; you rescue me. We just take turns whenever the other needs it.

Um, thanks,” she said. It was nice to see one woman finally immune to that accent. That wasn’t to say Rose wasn’t a sucker for accents. She just preferred hers from the other side of Europe.

She stared at me with concern a few moments longer and then relaxed a little. "Okay. But if you need anything—" "I know, I know. Call on the Love Phone.

Escape plan #5: Open an alpaca ranch in Texas, one that requires all blond-haired, brown-eyed, brainy girls to wear sexy cowgirl outfits.

... imperfection would get me farther than perfection.

Whether it's simply some fierce animal joining of mates or a sublime merging of souls, she is mine, and I am hers.

If she just wanted to come home at night to eye candy with good hair, I could probably be that reasonably well.

I brought my lips down to hers, and it was like everything that had ever happened to me had simply been a warm-up for this moment, that this was where my life truly began.

See? Things are already looking promising.

"Jerks," I muttered. Then I brightened. "Oh, hey. Doughnuts."

How do you say goodbye to someone who isn't exactly gone.

I'm always at least ten minutes early.

That's the great thing about being a writer. You dream up amazing questions... and then dream up even more amazing answers.

People have always had a fascination with the supernatural going back to the beginning of time and with vampires in particular. This phenomenon is not new.

People often ask where I get my inspiration from, and I always say I have no good answer because, well, inspiration comes from everywhere: people, places, memories.

I'd seen weirder things than a haunted shoe, but not many.

Yeah? What'd you name all those cats?" Death, Famine, Pestilence, War, and Mr. Whiskers." You named your cats after the riders of the apocal--wait. Mr. Whiskers?" Well, there are only four horsemen.