Brookehaven Quotes & Sayings

Huh, a lovers quarrel with a vampire- seems like a fantastic idea! — Joann I. Martin Sowles

Theres something alluring and dangerous about him, but comforting and protective. When I think about him, my stomach knots, my heart rate quickens and ... and I could go on ... -Laney — Joann I. Martin Sowles

My boyfriend is a vampire and I'm okay with it. - Laney — Joann I. Martin Sowles

Plus-size girls can look to the Plus-Size Fashion Weekends and feel like it's special - it's something for them and for their bodies. — Hayley Hasselhoff

What lasts in the reader's mind is not the phrase but the effect the phrase created: laughter, tears, pain, joy. If the phrase is not affecting the reader, what's it doing there? Make it do its job or cut it without mercy or remorse. — Isaac Asimov

Laney, I love you. I've found everything I've ever needed and wanted with you. I'm nothing without you.- Oliver — Joann I. Martin Sowles

Because when I thought of him, of his voice, his hypnotic eyes, the magnetic force of his personality, I wanted nothing more than to be with him right now. — Stephenie Meyer

Everybody in my neighborhood in the '40s, they played pianos. That's how people partied. They didn't try the TV, the radio was OK, records was cool, but when people wanted to party, they got around a piano. My mother played piano, my sister played. I've been around a lot of piano all my life. — Dr. John

All I know is that I have way more stuff that I want to write about than I possibly have time to. — Nate Silver

What a subtle, treacherous thing it was to let yourself go that way! Because once you've started it was terribly difficult to stop; soon you were saying "I'm sorry, of course you're right", and "Whatever you think is best", and "you're the most wonderful and valuable thing int he world", and the next thing you knew all honesty, all truth, was as far away and glimmering, as hopelessly unattainable as the world of the golden people. — Richard Yates

Thank you for a wonderful night. Your carriage awaits downstairs. -Oliver — Joann I. Martin Sowles

Words aren't made - they grow,' said Anne. — L.M. Montgomery

His arms wrapped around my waist from behind and he kissed my neck again, closer to the wound this time. My pulse accelerated. I wanted him to bite me; I wanted to be his. — Joann I. Martin Sowles