As he bent closer, he realized they were words — words his wife had carved into the cave ice with the last of her dying strength. As he read them, he felt them like three...

If curiosity killed the cat, it was satisfaction that brought it back.

Keep going’ she told herself, ‘Don’t look back.’ But she looked anyways.

If you keep it,” Daneca says, “he’ll have his claws in you.”Everyone has their claws in me. Everyone.

Our tragedy is that we forget it might be someone else first.

Books were something that happened to readers. Readers were the victims of books.

Magic gives you a lot of choices,” Grandad says. “Most of them are bad.

You can break a thing, but you cannot always guide it afterward into the shape you want.

Yeah, the whole family knows. It’s no big deal. One night at dinner I said, ‘Mom, you know the forbidden love that Spock has for Kirk? Well, me too.’ It was easier for her to...

You and your sister are very dear to each other. To show your regard, you give each other lovely bouquets of lies.

We labor under so many illusions about ourselves until we’re stripped bare. Being infected, being a vampire, it’s always you. Maybe it’s more you than ever before. You, distilled. You, boiled down like a sauce....

Occasionally, there are battles in the sky. One likes to imagine the angels are always triumphant. One does not like to think of the ancient and terrible scales balancing the infernal and divine as wobbling...

Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.

Are you sure?” Aidan asked, “Gavriel’s still a vampire.” “He warned me about you and about them. He didn’t have to. I’m not going to repay that by-” she hesitated, then frowned. “What did you...

She swallowed his blood, a dark vintage from some forgotten cellar. She felt like Persephone in Hades, pomegranate seeds bursting against her teeth, juice rolling on her tongue, and the more she had, the more...

This is the part in the movie where that guy says, “Zombies? What zombies?” just before they eat his brains. I don’t want to be that guy.

Crippled things are always more beautiful. It’s the flaw that brings out beauty.

The only way to end grief was to go through it.

… on the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she’d cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning around and around until she got so dizzy she fell in a pile...

No,” said Luis, “You can’t date the Lord of the Night Court.””Well, I’m not, he dumped me.””You can’t get dumped by the lord of the night court.””Oh, yes, you can. You so completely can.

You can always count on your family to love you. And to betray you. And then to feel guilty about it.

The most important thing for any con artist is never to think like a mark. Marks think they can get something for nothing. Marks think they can get what they don’t deserve and could never...

I thought you were her knight, but you have become only her woodsman–taking little girls into the forest to cut out their hearts.

You didn’t think I really liked you? Do you think I really like you now?”He turned toward her, uncertainty in his face.”You did go quite a lot of effort to be having this conversation, but…...

I’m sorry,’ she said to each of the dead as she unzipped and unfastened their things, ‘I’m sorry Courtney.I’m sorry Marcus. I’m sorry Rachel.I’m sorry Jon. I’m sorry I’m alive and you’re dead. I’m sorry...

Better to leave him with the memory of their being a pair of monsters, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Mutually assured destruction.

She’d always been a little contemptuous of beauty, as though it was something you had to trade away some other vital thing for.

Kiss my ass Rath Roiben Rye

I’m afraid my voice is going to break. I am afraid she is going to hear how much this hurts.

I need you to be happy. I need one of us to be happy.

There’s nothing quite as funny as someone else’s misery – Cassel Sharpe

He had read lots of stories where heroes succeeded in spite of long odds, where they accomplished a task that everyone else had failed at. He wondered for the first time about all the people...

There was a young lady of NigerWho smiled as she rode on a tiger;They returned from a rideWith the Lady insideAnd the smile on the face of the tiger.

Ah coffee. The sweet balm by which we shall accomplish today’s tasks.

You said you were allowed to lose it,’ some part of her reminded herself. ‘Not yet, not yet.

Who cares about a test? There will be a million more quizzed in your life.

Protecting somebody by hurting them before someone else gets the chance isn’t the kind of protecting that anybody wants.

They wore their strange beauty like war paint.

I’m going to take off your gag.And if you try to bite me or grab me or anything, I’ll hit you with this thing as hard as I can as many times as I can....

A stray dog, I might understand,” she said. “But this? You are too softhearted.”No, Mabry,” Ravus said. “I am not.” He looked in Val’s direction. “I think she wants to die.”Maybe you can help her...

Changing is what people do when they have no options left.

I’m not good at having friends. I mean, I can make myself useful to people. I can fit in. I get invited to parties and I can sit at any table I want in the...

Baby,” she says in a harsh whisper, “in this world, lots of people will try to grind you down. They need you to be small so they can be big. You let them think whatever...

Christmas is supposed to be this time when everyone is nice to one another and forgives one another and all that, but the true meaning of Christmas is presents. And in the real world, Santa’s...

Oh- and grab the plastic bag over by my suitcase.”I slug down the last of the coffee and get up. The bag contains panty hose. I put them on her desk.”They’re for you.””You want me...

Behind Tana there was the sounds of splintering wood, as though something very large had hot the door. “No,” she said softly, “Oh no. No.” “Leave me,” said Gavriel. …..”Shut up or I might,” she...

Lie until even you believe it – that’s the real secret of lying

We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be

He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as...