“I wanted to find a nice quiet spot, go to sleep, and dream about kittens.”

“I felt a smile on my face. "Thanks." "For what?" "Using my name instead of calling me a thing.”

“Great. I guess you're the dog whisperer, vampire edition.”

“What was it about women and crying that made me feel like crap? They must have guilt pheromones in their tears.”

“Despite the weight of the world on my shoulders, the temptation to stop and smell the supernatural roses tugged on my sleeves a time or two.”

“Can I finish my blasted story? We'll get to supernatural kindergarten later.”

“She's the kind of girl who brings you to the moon without you even being aware. The kind of girl you trip in love with, The kind of girl you never forget.”

“Not every story is about a girl who dreams of romance, waiting impatiently and dramatically for a tall, handsome, strong man to fall hopelessly in love with, in the foolish hope that he will protec...”

“But perhaps she has given me the strength and the madness to write about the things that I once desired so long to put against the world.”