It's not fair. It's not our fault. We have no say in our own lives. We're living a fairy tale someone else wrote.

A mind is like a puzzle; you must unlock it to read its hidden secrets.

You may be to call up the entire encyclopedia, but a brain with no heart and no reasoning .. well, nothing is more meaningless.

It was so nice just to live in the moment, to enjoy holding him so closely, to pretend for a little while that they were merely two young people in love and nothing else.

We all want to live forever, but we don't want to suck blood to do it, right? I think people like to have these deep moral questions that don't come up in real life.

Jack leaped over the gate, his sword aflame. To vanquish his foe and rescue his love.