Quotes from Richelle Mead

Lissa and I had been best friends ever since kindergarden, when our teacher had paired us together for writing lessons. Forcing five-year-olds to spell "Vasilisa Dragomir" and "Rosemarie Hathaway" was beyond cruel and we'd -or rather, I'd- responded appropriately. I'd chucked my book at our teacher and called her a fascist bastard. I hadn't known what those words meant, but I'd known how to hit a moving target.

This dress makes me look fat," I told Jasmine as we stood near the back of the crowd and watched the last minute preperations fall into place. She glanced over at me and my efforts to rearrange the folds of my long, gauzy dress. "Your pregnant," she stated. "Everything's supposed to make you look fat." I Scowled. "I think the correct reponse was 'No it doesn't.

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.

You two are a match made in heaven. Or somewhere.

We're all in charge of our own lives—and we have to live with the consequences of the choices we make.

Seth's quote from his book: "And if I only could I'd make a deal with God and I'd get Him to swap our places" -"Running up that Hill" by Kate Bush

You think that I'm so manipulative and scheming, Miss Sage? It's all for them. For my loved ones first. My people second. And yes, I suppose I'm in the mix there too, but don't think for an instant I wouldn't sacrifice myself if it could save someone I love. And don't think for an instant that I wouldn't do terrible, unspeakable things if it could save someone I love.

She Blinded Me With Science.'" "What?" Sydney asked. "That could be our song." She laughed outright, and I realized I hadn't heard that sound in a very long time. It somehow managed to make my heart both ache and leap. "Well," she said. "I guess that's better than 'Tainted Love.

You guys are so caught up in your polished images and your passive-aggressive comments that no one ever comes right out and says anything. Well, I'm going to.

You made good time," I said by way of greeting. "Did Belikov bend the rules of time and space to get here so fast? He can do that, right?

What, you don't think I'm capable of poetry after sex?

I've seen all I need to. I'm going to go drink now in a futile effort to wipe away the memory of this debacle.

What do you mean it wasn't anything? Didn't the earth move or the planets align or something? -Rose to Lissa on sleeping with Aaron

Culinary science? You elected culinary science? That's the most brainless class ever. -Rose to Christian

Rose, do you think I'd do anything that would hurt you.- Dimitri to Rose

I've given up on you. Love fades. Mine has."- Dimitri Belikov (Spirit Bound)

This is it?" I asked. "This is going to keep away an uber-powerful dream entity? It looks like a prop from The Blair Witch Project ." "It can't force her away," he said. "Nothing can. But it might make her think twice. It's more of...a repellent." "Like citronella?" He rolled his eyes. "Yes, like citronella.

I don't think most people take honest well. They prefer the games. They want to believe the pretty lies.

I could see her toughening up, working hard to put all those emotions away because she thought that's what it meant to be strong. I wanted to tell her that strength wasn't about hiding your feelings, that it was okay for her to feel this way after what she'd been through.

Rose once told me "If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking." Adrian Ivashkov to Sydney Sage

Do you think my being someone else's wife will change anything? Don't you know that I'd lie with you in the groves, under the light of the moon? That I'd defy the laws of gods and men for you?

Well, no one treats me like a full-fledged royal, said Lissa, turning back to the dresses. No reason to act like one now. Show me your straps and short-sleeves.

Oh God. She probably thinks we were off doing—you know—romantic type, um, things—

ONCE WHEN I WAS ninth grade i had to write a paper on a poem. One of the lines was"If your eyes weren't open you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking' It hadn't meant meant much to me at the time. After all there'd been a guy in the class that i liked so how could i be expected to pay attention to literary analysis? Now three year later i understand the poem perfectly.