Music lets you write your own checks. Don’t ever forget that.
Darnell had received what is called a sound commercial education, and would therefore have found very great difficulty in putting into articulate speech any thought that was worth thinking;
I thought: if I die, I hope I get reincarnated into a mosquito so I can bite that fucker kau-kau.
Sometime later, I stood watching the cold rain fall, when suddenly I felt Daemon’s arms around me and his lips on my neck. He loved my pregnant body and his hands roamed over it under the warm terrycloth of my bathrobe. I was lost in the moment, content to stay here forever…lost in the cold rain and welcoming warmth of Dublin, and lost in the arms of my husband. Since we arrived early this morning we were in our room, making love and sleeping, lost in a fairy tale moment, savoring every caress.
No one stays the same, David. Everything you are is a direct result of something that’s affected you in your past, whether it was horrible or wonderful — no one has the right to destroy themselves because they can’t deal with the pain. You have to learn from it. It’s not over–the good in your life–it’s not over until your dead.
The supernatural is not as it claims, for it is inherently unnatural; it seeks to separate us from our natural world.
Grimes believed in what he did, with no doubts. Though he was older than me by over a decade, I suddenly felt old. Some things mark your soul, not in years but in blood and pain and selling off parts of yourself to get the bad guys, until you finally look in the mirror and aren’t sure which side you’re on anymore. There comes a point when having a badge doesn’t make you the good guy, it just makes you one of the guys. I needed to be one of the good guys, or what the hell was I doing?
Maybe because I knew Haze and Kate so well by then the passage leapt out at me, clear and sharp as diamond.
“My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath…He’s always,
always in my mind: not as a pleasure any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
Nothing else in the whole wide world matters as much as avenging your sister.
If I’d had enough breath, I would have screamed, both at the sensation and at the sheer pettiness of the bastard who wouldn’t allow me even a tiny chance of escape.