Beast had once informed me that humans were hunters only by luck and because they had opposable thumbs.

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.

State of the Art is the frenetic and relentless pursuit of doing what its best at that time!

There are two conversations going on at the same time: the story and a conversation about how the story is being told.

Mars could very well be a staging location for the resources of the asteroid belt. We have to learn how to get a payback somewhere, but it's beyond Mars that the real payoff will come from minerals.

The one thing Cristiano Ronaldo has is pace, quick feet and a great eye for goal.

The sum of human wisdom is not contained in any one language.

Love resolves. Love. Love's deeper than the hurt.

If you want to improve your world, then focus your attention on helping others.

Bluebeard, who said to Scottland Yard, How do I know how many wives I've killed? I'm not an accountant! Never got a dinner!

It is supposable that, in the eyes of angels, a struggle down a dark lane and a battle of Leipsic differ in nothing but excess of wickedness.

If you have ever clothed another with woe, as with a garment of pain, you will never be quite as happy as though you had not done that thing.