Amanda Hocking quotes:

I've taken every writing class I've had available. I took classes in high school, and I took English and writing classes in community college, but I dropped out of college. I also attended a local writing workshop two years ago.

I think I draw most inspiration from writers like Richelle Mead and filmmakers like John Hughes. They both really understand the experience of being a teenager and how insistent and intense everything feels, but they're also smart, savvy, and fun.

Travelling is a great time to catch up on my reading. It's hard falling asleep in new places, but a good book always makes it easier.

If Peter Pan had been real, he would've gone mad and killed everyone in Neverland.

I have a screened in porch, and it's nice to curl up with a book outside when it's raining, especially an old battered classic like 'Pride & Prejudice & Zombies.'

I usually plan to read a book for a half-hour before bed, but then I end up staying awake until 3 A.M. to finish it. Fortunately, my dog doesn't mind when I keep the bedside lamp on.

You're not very good at being contemplative," Milo said. "You always sound like some bad caricature of a philosopher, like those fortune cookies with 'Confucius say' or the Nietzsche guy from Mystery Men that's always saying 'when you walk on the ground, the ground walks on you.

I don't know why you're making the poor girl play with you," Peter said. "You're going to completely slaughter her." "Well, I am the greatest Guitar Hero player of all time," Jack said.

I don't need love or a man to complete me,and someday, you'll find that true for yourself. Suitors will come and go, but you will remain.

My mom has a tape from when I was, like, 2 years old, talking with my grandma, telling her a story that's really elaborate about werewolves and wolves.

This is the way the world ends; not with a bang or a whimper, but with zombies breaking down the back door.

You know what would be fun? Nobody wants to play Guitar Hero. But you can play the Beatles! You loved the Beatles!

Are you just gonna stare at Jack or are we gonna go?" Milo asked, poking his head into the bedroom.

How had it turned into this? I had lived my whole stupid life without him, and now I could barely make it through the hour.

But you're the hardest thing I've ever done, and you're also the best. So... I think that's the moral of the story here. Anything worth having is worth fighting for.

You can bite me if you want. I want you to.

I get that we can't be together. And it's not like I'm so weak-willed that the simple act of saying hello to me will cause me to jump your bones in the hall.

I don't want to be famous per se, but I want to write books for as long as I can. And I plan on writing a lot.

For me to be a billion-dollar author, I need to have people buying my books at Wal-Mart.

So we know she's safe and taken care of?" Daniel asked, and she nodded. "Good. Then why don't we do something that you want to do?" "Like what?" "I don't know. What do you like to do?" "Um...." Her stomach rumbled, since crying always made her hungry. "I like eating breakfast." "That's so weird." Daniel grinned. "Because I like making French toast." "That works out, doesn't it?

What's your angle?" I asked, trying to sound more playful than demanding."Isosceles," Jack quipped.

I paused outside your door to see if you were awake, and you clearly were, so I came in." "You still can't just barge in." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Would you like me to go back out and knock?" Loki gestured to the doors behind him. "Would that make you feel better?

I only saw fire and chandeliers and smoke. No people. Not the room. Not even a time frame. Do you know how many chandeliers there are in the south wing alone? What was I supposed to do? Tell everyone to avoid chandeliers forever?

I was always depressed growing up. There wasn't a reason for it, I just was. I was sad and morose. I cried a lot, I wrote a lot, and I read a lot; and that was how I dealt with it.

I don't really like fairies.

You cannot punch Tegan in th face, you cannot punch Tegan in the face, I kelp repeating over and over in my head. It had basically been my mantra since I started here, but it was getting harder and harder to uphold.

Forever is a really long time, you know? What do you do with forever?""The same thing you do when you don't have forever." He smiled wanly. "Live.

I tended to hate people that hit me in the head without warning.

A vampire is branding girls, okay?" I ignored his refusal. "Something about that just feels wrong to me.""I would hope so.

I priced my books at what I would want to spend on an electronic book.

Self-publishing is great, but I don't want to be an icon for it, or anything else.

I don't want only one night. I want all the nights. I want all of you, forever.

When something is important to you, you make sure its safe.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that you can't live somebody else's life for them. They have to make their own choices, and sometimes all we can do is learn to live with them.

Every man would fall in love with their voice, their lovely appearance, but no man would ever get past that. They'd never really know the girls for who they actually were, never really love them. It would be impossible for any of the four girls to ever really fall in love and be genuinely loved in return.

Everything I went through," he said. "For you. It was worth it.

Not all prisons have bars

The desperation was coming off you in waves. You were all but begging to dance with me. I am doing you a favor.

A foolish man thinks he knows everything. A wise man knows he doesn't," Finn replied absently, still looking down at the book. "That's such a fortune-cookie answer," I said with a laugh, and even he smirked at me.

You expect me to believe that you're being held against your will?" I raised a skeptical eyebrow. "You're roaming around the castle freely." "As are you." He turned away from me then. "Not all prisons have bars. You should know that better than anyone, Princess.

You knew that she wanted me to marry somebody else,and you never told me?" He appeared confused by my reaction. "It wasn't my place." "Maybe it wasn't your place as a tracker, but as the guy making out with me in this bed, yeah,I think it was your place to tell me that I'm supposed to marry someone else.

During our session, I told Tove about how I'd done mind-speak on Duncan, but it only worked when I was irritated. Using that logic,Tove spent most of the morning trying to irritate me into using it. Sometimes it worked, but most of the time I just got pointlessly annoyed.

Some books and authors are best sellers, but most aren't. It may be easier to self-publish than it is to traditionally publish, but in all honesty, it's harder to be a best seller self-publishing than it is with a house.

I don't think I've ever really had a home before, not until I met you.

His lips brushed against mine. Delicately at first, almost testing to see if this was real.

An oblique angle,â? Jack said, and his bout of jealousy was quickly replaced with glee. â??Ha! I told you I would work that in!

You don't want me here, I don't wanna be here, so why am I here?

As a rule, I don't enjoy being tossed into closets and having the door shut on my face, but I knew he was protecting me.

As I drifted off to sleep, I could hear him breathing, and that definitely helped me relax.

Aurora is right,� Willa said, sounding sad to be agreeing with her.

You know, back in the day, when a guy saved a Princess's life, she would reward him with a kiss...

When I was a little kid, before I learned how to write, I would tell stories.

I have a screened in porch, and it's nice to curl up with a book outside when it's raining, especially an old battered classic like 'Pride & Prejudice & Zombies.

People have bad things to say about publishers, but I think they still have services, and I want to see what they are. And if they end up not being any good, I don't have to keep using them.

Writing has always felt like a compulsion. Even at high school there'd be times when people would ask me if I wanted to go and hang out and I'd sit home and write instead.

My mama didn't raise any fools and she didn't raise any heroes.

It feels so weird to be able to just kind of buy things when I want them or need them.

I've always kind of wrote when I wanted to. Once I get the idea in my head and get it outlined out, I usually just sit and write until it's done.

I still have the same friends I've had for the last 15 or 20 years.

A foolish man thinks he knows everything. A wise man knows he doesn't.

Iâ??m not a bloody cockroach. Whatâ??s all this about? What are you trying to find out?

I was always depressed growing up. There wasnt a reason for it, I just was. I was sad and morose. I cried a lot, I wrote a lot, and I read a lot; and that was how I dealt with it.

I don't care where I come from or who you are. I can make you happy, and you make me happy. We could have a happily ever after.

When you dance with the devil, the devil doesn't change. The devil changes you.

I loved Jack because of every little thing about him. The way he laughed, the way he made me smile, the way he'd stay up until nine in the morning watching zombie movies he'd seen a hundred times, and the way he could never hold a grudge. I loved him because I loved him, not because it was fate or destiny or in my blood, We had chosen each other, and that felt more powerful and more magical.

Because you're here with me, Jack said. Any night that ends with that can't be that bad

How did I look at you? I asked thickly. Like you had to, like I was a magnet you were pulled to. There was no choice, he said. And when you look at Jack, it's because when he's around, why would you want to look at anything else? You love him the way you could never love me.

You could kill me, Alice, he looked at me seriously. That's how much you mean to me. As foolish and masochistic as that makes me, you are so much to me that even if it destroys me to be with you, I'll be with you!

I'm not all you need, and I don't even want to be. I just want to love you, for the rest of my life, and as long as you let me do that, we'll be okay.

Thatâ??s kind of creepy,

Right then, it didn't matter what his reasons were. All I knew that I was sick of him breaking my heart.

Oh yeah. That's why. Like a fairy tale. I was marrying the Prince. I just happened to be in love with the pauper.

What I told you before is still true. I want to know that when you're with me, it's because you want to be, not because you have to be.

And I'm stuck in it with no way out. I love you, and I can't stop, and you don't even care!

Princess." He smiled up at me, but it was weak. "If i'd known that this is what it would take to get you to hold me, I would've collapsed a long time ago.

No! If you die, I die! You asked me to spend forever with you, and I'm going to!

You should get married more often," Loki teased. "It makes you feisty.

Sometimes the best course in the search for the meaning of life is to busy yourself until you forget that you don't know the meaning of life

the way it always did.

It smelled pretty rank, but I was getting used to the smell of death, as much as anyone could get used to it.

While it did smash, breaking a bottle over someoneâ??s head requires a lot more force than movies had led me to believe.

Yeah, you're probably right," I admitted and slowly pulled myself out from underneath the covers. "You know, I really wish you'd catch onto the fact that I'm always right.

When I said it aloud, it sounded terribly creepy, which is why I had said it aloud.

How did you even know I wasn't in my room?" "I checked on you." Finn gave me a look like I was an idiot. "I check on you every morning." "You check on me when I'm sleeping?" I gaped at him. "Every morning?" He nodded. "I didn't know that." "Why would you know that? You're sleeping," Finn pointed out.

I need to call Matt and let him know I'm okay," I said. Finn held the passenger door open while I got inside. As soon as he got in the driver's seat, I turned to him. "Well? Can I call him?" "You really want to?" Finn asked as he started the car. "Yes, of course I do! Why is that so suprising?

You have so much going on. It comes off like a..." "Static?" I suggested. "Exactly!" He snapped his fingers and pointed at me. "You need to tune it, get your frequencies in check, like a radio." "I would love to.Just tell me how." "It's not a matter of turning a dial. You have no on or off switch." He walked around in a large lazy circle. "It's something you have to practice. It's more like being potty-trained. You have to learn when to hold it and when to release." "That's a pretty sexy analogy," I said.

Being liked for the way you looked is worse than not being liked at all.

Wendy: Why are you staring at me? Finn: Because you're standing in front of me.

Finn: I look at you because I can't look away Wendy. Wendy: That's kinda creepy. Finn: I will work on being less creepy then.

The only consent hinge in life is that everyhin is changing. And that's a little scary, but it means that hints can't be bad or hard forever.

In case you haven't noticed, I'm a lover not a fighter.

I wanted to show you that it's not all cold and intimidating," Finn explained. "I wanted you to see something warm and beautiful.

He stepped into my room with one graceful move, as if entering through bedroom windows was nothing out of the ordinary.

When you told me you loved me," Lily's eyes widened when she looked at Lux, "You saved the world.

It's a hard life, but it's the only life we have. And sometimes-' he pointed to a bright flash of lightening, its jagged light stretching from the sky to the ground, '-it's still beautiful. Sometimes you find something that makes this all worth it. And when you do, you hang onto it for as long as you can.' He turned to me, shrugging one shoulder. 'That's the best you can do.

You know something?" He lifted his head, and when he turned to me, he had this strange look in his eyes. Almost as if he was really seeing me for the first time. "I don't think I ever really lived until this. I've never done anything that mattered before, but now I'm fighting to save my life, and yours. And I know it sounds really cheesy and lame, but I don't think I ever really felt alive. Not until I met you.

Can I cut off your head?" "Are you asking for my permission?

There was something almost painful about that, the intensity of being so vulnerable and so intimate with him.

You can't let doubt or fear or guilt eat away at you. You are good and you need to remember that above all else. Love is stronger than hatred, and you are made of love.

Tomorrow you will belong to someone else," Finn said. "But tonight, you're with me

He kissed me desperately, like a drowning man and I was his oxygen.