Death always before dishonor. (Julian)

Life isn't finding shelter in the storm. It's about learning to dance in the rain.

Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.

Everyone suffers at least one bad betrayal in their lifetime. It’s what unites us. The trick is not to let it destroy your trust in others when that happens. Don’t let them take that from you.

I tend to watch silently from the shadows. You learn a lot more that way.

You'll never see the moments coming that will for ever mutilate your life-at least not until after they've mowed you down. -Savitar

What are you? (a Daimon) Oh please, let me give you the job description. Me, Dark-Hunter. You, Daimon. I hit, you bleed. I kill, you die. (Zarek)

I am the god Apostolos. The Harbinger of Telikos. The Final Fate of all. Beloved son of Apollymi the Great Destroyer. My will makes the will of the universe. [Apostolos / Acheron Parthenopaeus]

Baby, I ain't trash. Trash is something you throw away. My people keep me.

Yeah, well, if ifs and buts were candy and nuts, then we’d never go hungry. (Syn)

The only vampires I've ever seen are the Goths trying to get a glimpse of Anne Rice's house, who drink strawberry sodas and tell each other it's blood.

When we look up at the sky, we are trying to find the way back to ourselves

10/20/30 Rule in my book can level the playing field for a retail forex trader to trade alongside big banks and hedge funds.

It's a bit of a weird thing to know that (my music) has translated to that many people.

Poetry has no investment in anything besides openness. It's not arguing a point. It's creating an environment.

Pain is nothing compared to what it feels like to quit. Give everything you got today for tomorrow may never come.

Without a concise set of rules to follow we would probably all have to resort to common sense

My will exceeds my talents.

Selfless giving is like putting on make-up. We're covering up a part of ourselves thats not very aware. The thing is when we take the make up off, the selflish part leaves us. We are freeer, clearer.

It is impossible for authors to discover beauties in one another's works; they have eyes only for spots and blemishes.

Lie down and offer your throat. No, wait, that's how dogs submit. I know! Offer her you're wallet!" Oberon