We two are to ourselves a crowd.
If I'd known how wrong I was - if I'd had any idea of the awful night that lay ahead - I'd have run after him and never returned to that disgusting circus of blood, that revolting circus of death.
I know who the demon thief is - it's me!
What are you doing?" "Looking for my fangs. " "We don't grow fangs you idiot!
. . . please Lady. . . Do not speak of it. I was young and foolish. " "You most certainly were. " "You are cruel, Evanna.
Meddling, smug, stupid little. . . " "She likes me! They always play hard to get when they like me!" "No. You do not understand. I could not have done it because I can not read or write.
Quick! Head for the ground floor! We have to get out! We will die if we stay! The vampires are here!" "Haven't you got a hug for me, Larten, old buddy?
It's always about trying to do something that's different and not repeating yourself because then you lose your creative stamina. You need to have new challenges.
Self-approval is a dangerous state of mind.
Imperfection is in some sort essential to all that we know of life. It is the sign of life in a mortal body, that is to say, of a state of progress and change. Nothing that lives is, or can be rigidly perfect; part of it is decaying, part nascent.
Somebody once said to me that photography and writing don't get respect because people think that they can do it, too.