Back to work. If I’m [writing] I’m not thinking about the crazy.

Admitting that Katie had taken too much blood was on par with saying an adult human had pooped their pants or eaten their own boogers!

You don't have to shout from the mountaintops. Sometimes power comes in a soft, calm, compassionate way, like a quiet warrior.

Vamps who are dying, or think they are, give a piercing, eardrum-bursting shriek, like the love child of a screech owl and a mountain lion on crystal meth, amplified like a seventies rock band.

Alarm stole over me on little kitten feet.

Walk softly and carry a big stick. Or stomp loudly and carry enough firepower to start a small war. Whatever worked

I figured even the most jaded and cynical inhabitant might report a bloody girl in a party dress carrying a severed head by its hair.

My yoga practice was and will always be a spiritual experience. I can honestly say, "Yoga delivered me back to GOD!"

Chicken, yeah, that's me. I'd rather fight an old rogue-vamp in my underwear, with my bare hands, than deal with relationship problems.

But nothing in life was set in stone and nothing in life is promised us. Not happiness, not joy, not love. Everything was variable and mutable and inconstant.

It looked to me like a vamp version of a pissing contest. Men will be boys.

Sin compels man to do those things that are not pleasing to God

Good bands won't get famous anymore unless they get really lucky.

I no longer really ever like to be pitched. Instead, I prefer to engage in a relationship as part of learning the other person.

A man who has a language consequently possesses the world expressed and implied by that language.

There is no shame in black beauty.

We need to create incentives for our ranchers and farmers to manage their lands to maximize carbon sequestration.

I still love church. My favorite church service is T.D. Jakes at the Potter's House. I don't think there is a better preacher in the country. His ability to interpret scripture is like no other.

They try to make you think they care about what you do but they don't. They don't want you to act a certain way. So you're easy to understand. So you won't pose a threat to them.

No wreaths please - especially no hothouse flowers. Some common memento is better, something he prized and is known by: his old clothes - a few books perhaps.

No battle is ever won ... victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.