Life is simply too short to live it less perfectly than it could be lived.

But I know he loves me. I know he needs our games, that they answer some deep-seated hunger in him.

Sometimes it's as if I can shrink away to nothing. Sometimes I feel as pure and perfect as a ghost. The hunger, the headaches, the dizziness—these are the only things that are real.

I know it must look odd, given that I didn't even know Emma. But it seems to me that almost no one really knew her. Everyone I speak to has a different version of what she was like.

We're all connected now, I think as I send it off into cyberspace. Everyone and everything.

I feel a thrill of excitement at this first tiny glimpse of self-revelation, of intimacy.

All these men who loved Emma, I think. For all her problems, men were fixated on her. Will anyone ever feel like that about me?

For you the guy should be the one who will look like the God among the guys.

The woman at the next table is making eyes at you, ” Lanie said, whispering conspiratorially.“Really? What does she make them out of? Cloth?

If I like a moment, I don't like to have the distraction of camera - I just want to stay in it.

I was a fool, alone, preparing to do what every fool did at such times—I was going to a bar to drink myself smart.

The missing stairs baffled Clary. What did vampires have against stairs? -Clary, pg.266-

Corey feldman and I did sneak into the screening room one day during Lost Boys.

What do you get when you kiss a guy? You get enough germs to catch pneumonia. After you do, he'll never phone you.

But you know what? When I die, everybody is invited to come take a selfie at my funeral. Except for my enemies. They're not invited to the funeral, period.

When I work, it can be a 16-hour day.

There are a lot of considerations that come into play when you craft one of these 'Saw' scripts, and there's only so much you can put into them.