I've tried to move [the sidhe-seers] during times of peace and quiet and had the luck of a broken mirror nailed beneath an upside-down horseshoe with a ladder nearby that a black cat just walked under.

Gah, some chicks should be shot. Put out of everyone else's reproduction pool.

But when you fight evil every day, stare it in the face, engage it, learn to think like it, you face a choice:Be defeated by the limits of your own morality, or summon a beast in yourself that obeys none.

Appearances to the mind are of four kinds. Things either are what they appear to be; or they neither are, nor appear to be; or they are, and do not appear to be; or they are not, and yet appear to be. Rightly to aim in all these cases is the wise man's task. —Epictetus.

Being needed is toxic. It's good to be needed. Means you're important. It means there's an imbalance of power. There was no shortage of life-suckers before the walls fell. You're not responsible for the world just because you're more capable. 'Course I am. That's what more capable folks do.

What we achieve at our best moment doesn't say much about who we are. It all boils down to what we become at our worst moment.

There was pain, but there was also joy. It was in the tension between the two that life happened. Imperfect as it was, this world was real. Illusion was no substitute. I'd rather live a hard life of fact than a sweet life of lies.

Oh, for heaven's sake, she thought with droll exasperation, this certainly explains a lot. It's no wonder I haven't been able to keep my hands off the blasted man since the day I met him. He's an artifact! A Celtic one at that!

It‘s funny how, when things seem the darkest, moments of beauty present themselves in the most unexpected places.

You only know who you are in opposition to something, what you choose to fight for and against. The rest doesn't matter.

The kind of person that thanks another person never survives. Have you learned nothing?

Sometimes the small pleasures in life are the sweetest.

Kid, you might just annoy me into killing you.

Lass, doona fear me. No matter what happens, promise me you will not fear me. I am a good man, I vow I am.

I know who the fuck you are," he clips the words out coldly. "You're the only one that doesn't. Dani could have anticipated the Hag's movements. You could not. Jada.

You're leaving me, Rainbow Girl.

I began peering into the corners of the room, making sure all the shadows were cast by objects and obeying known laws of physics.

These are my rapists, the ones that turned me inside out, ripped my mind from my body and shredded it. They are also, unfortunately, hot as hell.

It's funny how, when things seem the darkest, moments of beauty present themselves in the most unexpected places.

Hope strengthens. Fear kills. It's how you go on that defines you.

Suddenly every muscle in my body tensed as if standing up in greeting, even though I didn't move. Barrons. I dropped my hands and raised my head.

Don't hide your mistakes, 'Cause they'll find you, burn you —Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace.

Your feet will bring you to where your heart is.

He wasn't just masculine and sexual, he was carnal in a set-your-teeth-on-edge kind of way; he was almost frightning.

Lose the pessimism, Ms. Lane, Barrons said when I informed him of my thoughts. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Does she, like most women, lose a part of her soul in sex? Leave it lying there for the taking? Fuck.

All those 'bloodys' was a veritable cornucopia of emotion for Barrons.

There are really only two positions one can take toward anything in life: hope or fear. Hope strengthens, fear kills.

Often, it was only the bold, fearless, risky action that had any hope of circumventing impending doom, as if Fate was amused by the colorfully unexpected, and while she was laughing, one might slip changes past the pernicious bitch.

You can discover just as much from what people don't say to you, as what they do. It's not enough to listen to their words. You have to mine their silences for buried ore. It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.

I forget nothing, Ms. Lane. I omit.

Pretty girls don't have ugly mouths.

Love. You can only be broken without it.

God, the floor is cold! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! I just thought God. I don't use that word. Do I believe? Have I found faith here, on my knees, now, at the end? That seems kind of hypocritical-like to me. Ain't dying a hypocrite.

When he'd pushed inside me and I'd feel him begin to penetrate, it had turned me into a wild thing-hot, wet, and desperate for more of him. With every kiss, every caress, every thrust, I'd just needed more. He'd touched me, I went nuts. The world dwindled down to one thing: him.

Kids. Pain in the ass. Don't know why I ever made them. Hell on relationships.

Occam's razor: The simplest explanation that accommodates all variables is most likely the truth.

People treat you as badly as you let them treat you. Key word there: let.

You can't give somebody faith. They either got it or they don't.

I have to talk to him, I said flatly. I forbid it. Every cell in my being bristled. I practically shouted, You what? For. Bid. You did not just say that to me.

Basque and Celt. Criminals and barbarians. I didn't think there could be a more primitive pairing of genes.

Women have been repeating the same mistake since time began: falling for a man's potential. We rarely see it the same way, and even more rarely care to achieve it.

My eyes are only for him.

Some memories are worth the price. I'll deal with it.

It's a strange new world out there and the rules have changed: It's every princess for herself.

For a moment there he hadn't looked dark, forbidding, and cold, but dark, forbidding, and … warm. In fact, when he'd laughed he'd looked … well … kind of hot.

A long silence usually makes people fill it up with something.

She asked me to call her bitch downstairs when we were doing shots at the bar. Said it turned her on. Later, with a laugh, she switched it to princess. Now she wants mistress. High maintenance. Some women are worth it.

They can't die! Superheroes don't die!