I love you, Jocelyn, and nothing, not even death, will ever keep me away from you.

He's a bully. I love bullies. They have such big, shiny red buttons to push.

Everything about Brook screamed of a hidden wildness.One I hoped nobody ever tamed.

A fucked-up family's a fucked-up family, whether or not werewolves are involved.

The short story is not, as some believe, a lesser form of literature than the novel.

Hell won't be so bad, you know. After all, I'll be there to keep you company.

Given the way his night had been going so far, he didn't have time to go to jail.

I have about as much artistic talent as a cluster of colour-blind hedgehogs in a bag.

Tolerence ought to be humanities community and knowledge should be an individuals goal.

Gavin, Logan, Calix. Was there a sale on trendy names when they were born, or something?

Everything I have ever wanted to be, every dream, every desire is reflected in your eyes.

The man was absolutely beautiful. Vampire. Warrior. Whatever Shan Quesada was all man.

But do not take this responsibility lightly, my boy. The Gauntlet casts an ominous shadow.

I love talking to spirits. Maybe we can try contacting Marilyn Monroe or Elvis Presley next.

Crazy is such a misunderstood term. I like to think that I march to the beat of my own drummer.