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'Doctor Who' rewrites your brain because at first when you watch it, you think, 'That doesn't make sense.'
You carried my heart in your hands tonight," he said. "But I have felt as if you carried it long before that.
It's not that I don't know that it's a bad idea. It's that, lately, bad ideas have a particular hold over me.
I haven't had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone's dead and my root beer's gone.
You in trouble?” Sam asks. The way he says it, I wonder if he’s thinking about how to get out of here if I am.
I don't want to be a vampire' she told herself. But in her dreams, she kind of did.-Tana Bach-page 29-chapter 4
I am not very good at sticking to outlines, and I double back all the time to revisit scenes and change things.
Vampires aren't made - they're just born that way, and no one knows why. They're sort of a race unto themselves.
She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she’ll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.
The row of dolls watched her impassively from the bookshelf, their tea party propriety almost certainly offended.
It's starting to sink in," Corny said. "I can almost look at you without wanting to bang my head against the wall.
She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.
She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone -- desire so acute that it became despair.
Tana. In all my long life, though there were many times I prayed for it, no one has ever saved me. No one but you.
It demeans you to cover rotten meat with honey. I know what I am. What would you want with a monster?" "Everything.
Inspiration comes from everywhere. From life, observing people, etc. From movies and books you love. From research.
I can't trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I'm not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either.
Little mouse," a voice said through the keyhole. "Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?
Those who really love you don't mean to hurt you and if they do, you can't see it in their eyes but it hurts them too.
I don't feel prolific. I feel like I'm plodding along. Each day you sit down, and you hope that you get your work done.
Jones looks like he wants to slug me, which is only subtly different from his usual way of looking at me like I'm a slug.
I thought weirdness was a good thing. I don't mean that defensively, either. I thought it was something to be cultivated.
She didn't know how much she'd been hoping that he still loved her, until she felt how much it hurt to realize he didn't.
You are the only thing I have that is neither duty nor obligation, the only thing I chose for myself. The only thing I want.
She knew she shouldn't feel that way about a monster, but right then, she wanted nothing more than a monster of her very own.
She'd always been a little contemptuous of beauty, as though it was something you had to trade away some other vital thing for.
Life's full of opportunities to make crappy decisions that feel good. And after the first one, the rest get a whole lot easier.
The problem with faerie gifts is that they always come with a price, which is why they are made by the desperate and the foolish.
I thought you were her knight, but you have become only her woodsman--taking little girls into the forest to cut out their hearts.
His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.
I did it to get what I want. Maybe I should regret that, but I can’t. Sometimes you do the bad thing and hope for the good result.
It makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until what’s left is all construct, all artifice.
Everything scares me. I'm very easily frightened. But the thing that scares me most is zombies. I really, really don't like zombies.
She sits up. I can’t read her expression, but her cheeks look a little pink. “I didn’t think you were going to be here.” “I live here.
Faeries are associated with wild untamed nature, with art, and with death - so the folklore is rich with different stories to explore.
Jewels, lies, slips of paper, dried flowers, memories of thing long past, useless quotations, idle hands, beads, buttons, and mischief.
She says that what you did was a cry for help." "It was," I say. "That's why I was yelling 'Heeeelp!' I don't really go in for subtlety.
This is the part in the movie where that guy says, "Zombies? What zombies?" just before they eat his brains. I don't want to be that guy.
Being infected, being a vampire, it’ s always you. Maybe it’ s more you than ever before. It’ s you as you always were, deep down inside.
When I was a kid in the U.S., 'Doctor Who' wasn't really on, but you would occasionally catch an episode. Different stations did marathons.
You really dug your own grave,” he mutters. “And I’m going to bury you in it.” “Say that louder,” I tell him, under my breath. “I dare you.
Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment.
Even from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.
Once someone's hurt you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn't stop you from wanting them.
And stupid. Brave and Stupid." Ravus smiled, but then his smile sagged. "But nothing can stop you from being terrible once you've learned how.
Downstairs, Grandad's warning Barron about something. His voice swells, and I catch the words, "In my day we were feared. Now we're just afraid.
Sam: You know what I wish? Cassel: What? Sam: That someone would covert my bed into a robot that would fight other bed robots to the death for me.
I'm a powerful being... a wizard," Corny said. "So don't try anything." "Yes," said the little faery, blinking black eyes rapidly. "No. Try nothing.
You want me to say something? Okay. Sometimes I think I am what you made me. And sometimes I don’t know who I am at all. And either way I’m not happy.
Growing up, my mom was a painter, my best friend was a painter, my husband is a painter. For a long time I knew artists, and I didn't know any writers.