Quotes from Richelle Mead

Adrian sifted through the bags and pulled out a slice of coconut cream. "If I were a dragon, this is what I'd go for." I didn't argue, mainly because that statement had no logical argument.

I didn't like having reasonable arguments thrown at me.

People really want to set up these rivalries because there's a lot of vampire books out there. People want to believe we're all fierce rivals, and really there's just so much camaraderie with authors. Everyone kind of boosts each other.

Just because things don't work out, it doesn't mean there aren't other people you can't love. Love is too big a thing for you to go without it in life.

Besides, when not hard at work with this research, I'm actually conducting a side experiment on how cigarettes and gin increase charisma. As you might guess, the results are looking very promising.

I'm sure. But it doesn't work with me. for one thing, you won't look me in the eye. As for the other...I don't know. I can just tell.

So," I said at last, staring at my hands. "How's, uh, your car?" "I left it out on the street. Figured it'll be fine there while I'm gone.

All the best, Sydney P.S. "The Red Hurricane" is what I named the car. P.P.S. Just because I like you, it doesn't mean I still don't think you're an evil creature of the night. You are.

You have an interesting set of morals," he observed. "Breaking out of jail is okay. But steal a car, and you sound totally outraged.

Did you hotwire this car?" I then rephrased my question. "Did you STEAL this car?

And I figured you'd drive a four-hour round-trip before giving up your car to someone else

How?d you get here?? I asked. She winked. ?You?re not the only ones who can steal cars. Or, in my case, get people to 'willingly? lend them.

Half condemn him and write him off as useless like him dad. The other half just shrug and indulge him and say, 'Well, that's Adrian.

I unfolded the note, and it took me a few seconds to decipher Adrian's writing. If he did write me a dating proposal, I really hoped he would type it.

My death will not be penciled on someone's calendar.

You can put on as many airs as you want, but in the end, that dress is the same as you: an old, cheap design dressed up to look like its worth more than it is.

I had a standing arrangement with God: I'd agree to believe in Him -barely- as long as He let me sleep in on Sundays.

I had to be the next family Alchemist. My sister... well, she's older, and usually it's the oldest kid who has to do the job. But, she's kind of... worthless. -Sydney to Rose

ARE YOU CRAZY?" I ASKED. He gave me the same wordless look he always did when I asked that question.

What have you gotten me into?" I hissed at him. "Me? What have you gotten yourself into? Couldn't I have just picked you up at the police station for underage drinking, like most fathers?

?Why,? he began slowly, ?is Victor Dashkov joining us?? ?Well, it?s kind of a funny story . . .?

Funny how someone telling you not to do something can talk you into it.

I've come to ask you where Seth is." "Funny," said Andrea. "We were going to ask you the same thing." I was taken aback. "How would I know?" They both just stared. "I don't!

The future is always changing. If we had no choices, there'd be no point in living.