And your excuse?' I asked. 'I'm a sociopath; I don't have to be nice,' Nicky said. I gave him a look. 'You're mad at him.I can feel it; which means I really don't have to be nice to him.' 'I thought you were friends.' 'What part of sociopath didn't you understand?' he asked.
Sometimes love isn't about being smart. Sometimes it's about being stupid together.
I don't have a master. I'm not sure if I have an equal.
It was an hour before dawn. When all the Whos down in Whoville were asnooze in their beds without care. Sorry, wrong book. If I get to stay awake until dawn, I get just a tad slaphappy.
Because everything worth having hurts.
Not dating is a choice, not a failure.
Death is the last intimate thing we ever do.
If they cheat, can I shoot them?
So many people took my opinion and some will give it more serious consideration because of who I am. Not because I have a specility in this field that I gave my opinion on, but simply because I am a little bit famous. I find that kind of power to presaude both frightening and exciting. My hope, my most frevent hope, is that I use this louder voice that success has given me, wisely. That I always remember that fame is the by product, not the substance of what I do.
So many wonderful books to write, and not enough hours in the day. An embarrassment of riches.
You lie like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth, Edward." He smiled. "I don't lie to you." "Really," I said. The smile became a grin. "Okay, not most of the time, anymore." His face sobered. "I'm not lying now.
[T]hese last few days where I've moped around damn near depressed for real, because of people who do not exist. Not really. I can buy them Christmas presents, but there is no way to send them. Sometimes I feel like I should be able to walk into the next room and there they will be, but they won't. These people do not exisit as flesh and blood, but there are different kinds of reality, and there are days when imagination feels very, very real.
He gave a small nod, and I smiled back, and that was it. He understood that I'd understood that he'd understood. It took us one sentence, two looks, and a nod - with another woman it would have been at least five minutes of out-loud talking. Lucky for me I spoke fluent guy.
I'd made sure I knew his name. You shouldn't ask people to die for you if you don't at least know their name.
I kissed him on the cheek and left to find Bobby Lee. Him, I trusted to be in the line of fire. But it was more than that: I wasn't sleeping with bobby Lee. I didn't love him. Sometimes love makes you selfish. Sometimes it makes you stupid. Sometimes it reminds you why you love your gun.
I looked up at Ellen and her not-glowing pentagram. "Harm none is the rule, Ellen: bad witch, no cookie.
My boyfriends are all more romantic than I am, and so are my lovers.
It's not the fur or the fangs that make you a monster, not always. Sometimes, it's just where you draw the line.
Because all bad little vampires see me in the end
Now that's an Okay that really means Okay, not that Okay that women use that means everything but Okay.
There are only two kinds of vampire hunters: good ones and dead ones.
Sex is like crying, it does look pretty if you really do it
Besides I'm a sucker for a pair of pretty eyes.
Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another.
I'm very judgmental person. It's one of my faults.
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