Sometimes love isn't about being smart. Sometimes it's about being stupid together.
Some issues stay fresh every time you open them up. It's like evil magical Tupperware -- it stays fresh forever.
She looked up at me, eyes puffy, nose running. Real crying is like real sex. If you really do it, it isn't pretty.
Revenge was always the easy part; the hard part was living with it afterward.
Oh, no, a leopard blew up and plastered itself all over everything, but hey, animal print was in this year.
Never throw stones if you think they're going to come back and hit you.
Never interrupt when you're winning.
Morals aren't just for when it's easy, Anita. They aren't morals if you throw them aside every time it's convenient.
Make them fear you. Machiavelli said it nearly six hundred years ago, but it's still true. Every ruler should strive for his people to love him. But if they cannot love you, then make them fear you. L...
Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.
Just what I needed—a necromancer with an attitude. Oh, wait, I was a necromancer with an attitude.
Je rêve de toi.
I'm dating three men, living with two more, and having occasional sex with two others. That's seven men. I'm like a pornographic Snow White. I think seven is plenty.
I so wanted out of this conversation, but it was like a car accident: Once you started spinning, you could only wait and see what you hit.
I really wish the normal people would leave us freaks alone and stop trying to save us. We get by, we take care of each other, and the people who cost the freaks their jobs didn’t give them employment...
Hope is a lying bitch.
His dark blue shirt was plastered to his chest, covered with werewolf goop and tears. Now we both need a bath, I said.That can be arranged.Please, Jean-Claude, no sexual innuendo until after I'm clean...
He’s a senior in high school Bernardo. Jean-Claude is his legal guardian and had to enroll him in school. He comes home with homework and shit and then he wants to cuddle and have sex. It weirds me th...
He was twenty. I remembered twenty. I'd known everything at twenty. It took me another year to realize I knew nothing. I was still hoping to learn something before I hit thirty, but I wasn't holding m...
Fears are not meant to be shared; they're meant to be conquered.