Nenia Campbell quotes:

Keep calm. You have the forest in your blood.

Maybe in a way all living things are like flickering flames in a precarious night, always on the verge of being extinguished. Whether we kindle slowly but steadily, or go out in a brilliant burst of light and color, is our choice. Perhaps the most important choice we'll ever have.

You can lie in any language on earth, and body language is no exception.

Hatred is as easy as slipping on a well-worn woolen cloak. If only it provided the comfort of one.

Oh my God, Val, Lisa groanedHe is going to chew you up and spit you out.Maybe not spit her out, Rachel said, with a leerNot if he likes the taste of her.

She seemed like the kind of woman who would fall in love with the sky.

He kissed her, and the magic that had been building up steadily around them exploded, raining down in arcs of silver fire that made her half-remember a prophecy from her dreams.One by one, they all will die.Something had been set into motion.

Come closer, my dears, let me give you a warning,Of the fate that befalls those who stay out past morning,In the darkest hours before the dawn,When witches roam and demons spawn,And children die with spirit gone,Magicked away in the gloaming.

He was everything your mother warned you about when she told you not to walk alone in the dark.

I was supposed to be powerless, and as a result they failed to see that I possessed claws.

Be careful what you wish for. Especially out loud.

Knowing and doing are two separate things, and don't always sync up in life.

You don't find the concept of illicit love at all engaging?The concept, maybe. But in literature? That's like ordering a glass of tap water at a bar.

Everyone needs to escape sometimes, and retreating into somebody else's fantasy isn't nearly as satisfying as slipping into your own.

We hunger in earnest for that which we cannot consume.

A story unwritten is without beginning or end. But in its potential lies another story; and in the heartbeat before pen meets page, both stories exist at once, reflecting endless permutations of the other, before one of them disappears forever.

Better to have loved and lost,' my ass.Anyone parroting that little platitude had obviously never lost anyone of consequence.

When we mated I felt your heart stop beating and it was as if the world had stopped turning. It was only while surrounded by death that I realized I had never felt more alive.

For a moment, the cardboard sets come crashing down to reveal that squalling monster, reality, locked up in the confines of its man-made cage. It is a fearsome thing, beautiful, inherent only to itself. Faced with such naked, existential truths, I understand why humans worship flesh-eating monsters and bloodthirsty gods.But only for a moment.

Fuck your manners.""You don't have to settle for just my manners.

Solus walked over to the young brown-haired man and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, ignoring the look of panic he received in return. "You can call me Solus." His golden eyes trailed meaningfully down the mortal's body before he added, softly, "I've been told it's easier to scream.

I am the rightful ruler of this world And now that I, too, have awakened, like my dragons, I have come to take back what is mine.

I cannot breathe, or see, nor swim,My darkness is composed of him.

It takes many sheep to satisfy one wolf.

I know what it is to want something that could destroy you.

If you don't feel the same way about him, if you're just leading him on, you need to tell him that. I've seen too many nice guys get shafted because a girl can't get over some jerk.

'Better to have loved and lost,' my ass.Anyone parroting that little platitude had obviously never lost anyone of consequence.

Sometimes evil didn't need an excuse. Sometimes evil just was.

What was it about us, as humans, that drove us to make apologies for beautiful things?

You couldn't find your dick in the dark, you scheming, sleaze-mongering scumwad.

Subjugation requires vigilance; if you relax your brutality even for a moment, the people you're oppressing will revolt at the first sign of weakness. That's why dictatorial regimes are always a slippery slope of cruelty doomed to end in failure.

Nobody should have to choose between a cold heart and a dead heart.

There is no redemption in a cruel man's love.

Why did this keep happening? Why her? Perhaps there was some pheromone certain people omitted, perceivable only on a wavelength unique to those individuals who preyed on them.

The Lord teaches forgiveness, but some things are unforgivable.

When they figure out how to bottle up orgasms and sell them as a food additive, I'll be first in line.

Well blow me down with a solar flare.

I finally understood what could drive kids to show up with guns and shoot up their schools.

You wanted to see me, Professor?

We don't have dealings. He just stalks me. I'm popular like that.

Since when did psychiatry become one big, fat Myspace survey?

Butt holes are like a one-way street; they were made the way they were for a reason.

I had a fucking standing ovation going on in my goddamn pants, and it was demanding an encore.

Death was not the scariest thing out there; no, the denial of it could be far worse.

I'm more than a few neurons shy of a synapse right now, and it feels absolutely fan-fucking-tastic.

Psychological imprisonment was no less uncomfortable than its physical counterpart. In some ways, it was even worse; it provided the illusion of physical freedom, but garnered none of the benefits of it.

All statistics have outliers.

She had come into the garden expecting summer roses and had instead been caught in a bank of twisted, thorny, frostbitten vines.

Such a dark green, his eyes. They reminded her of the forest, of all the dangers lying dormant behind that verdant cloak of leaves.

It's like an itch, isn't it? You can feel it in your throat. You want to scream for me.

She said my glasses made me look like a butch jock's locker room bitch.

Humanity is a cage, and our puritanical sensibilities comprise the bars. We are confined by our own reason and intellect, and yet most of us don't even know it.

People rarely ventured outside the realm of their own hurts. They believed their own suffering was obvious to all, but might as well have been wearing blinders for all that they noticed anyone else's.

Everything's just fucking Disney with you.

Fear could drive one to violence as quickly as anger could.

A quick and brutal fuck from behind usually served as an effective reminder of where you stood in the pack hierarchy.

Happiness is such a fragile thing, isn't it? So easily burst, like a bubble blown by a child, and always on the verge of being carried away.

Most creatures run when they sense danger. People grab a six-pack and a folding chair.

What do you want to do with your life, then~?is often the question I'm asked.To be honest, I don't know. I really don't.Mainly because I don't see myself living long enough for that to make much of a difference.

Being depressed and suicidal doesn't mean wanting to kill yourself every moment of every day. It may be a fixed obsession, but sometimes it gets relegated to the back of your head. Rather, it means the world takes on the very cut and dry, black and white, unilateral aspect of a flowchart.

I am waltzing with death, flirting with him, but he stands there smiling and saying nothing because he does not need to woo or be wooed: he knows he gets us all in the end.

We feel most alive when we are closest to death.

...there was a difference between killing for nourishment and killing for curiosity or sport.

You think you're superior to the others, don't you? We'll you're not. In fact you're worse for mistaking basic human decency for moral superiority.