I was made to rule the darkness.

Hands that never touch. Lips that never meet. The Almost Lovers, never to be.

The only thing that will ever be real, is this moment,' I turned to the statue, 'when you made me feel alive, when you made me feel real, when I felt like you really love me. Now? I'm just your monster, Frankie. I will always be a monster.

For there has never been a story nearly as tragic as the one of Frankenstein, except for that of Johnny Heart and his Francesca Valentine.

There is absolutely nothing monstrous about being a vampire. In fact, it's quite beautiful.

He's the boy who smokes Marlboro cigarettes and I'm the girl who makes theater puppets. Dreams and ashes—two things in the universe that should never meet because they are opposites, right?

Run, sweetheart, run.

I've never wanted a heart as much as I want yours.

My Heart's still beating for you—Very Dark and Always.

Don't Fear the Reaper.

With painstaking rumination, the tips of his fingers grazed over my neck, a deafening silence. I didn't move as his hand paused at the base of my throat. He listened to the arrhythmic beating of my heart, my pulse thumping beneath his fingers. He kissed me along my neckline and throat. I almost burst apart from the longing. My blood burned for him.

We are all Romeos looking for our Juliet, but never finding her.

Would you frolic in the land of forever with me?

I never really wanted to die. But I followed through anyway. The pain in my heart was excruciating, and death was beautiful.

Ellie, would you frolic in the land of forever with me?

I realized someone else might tell you you're pretty. I'd do anything to keep you away from that person.

When I kiss you, it will be THE kiss, not just A kiss.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and bit her bottom lip. I found it to be such an erotic gesture that it aroused me. My eyes began making love to her in the dark. Unseen hands passed over her curves, quietly descending...trembling at her great beauty. I didn't even know her, but I wanted her. My gaze danced over her every curve, from her nose and lips, to her breasts and hips, surreptitiously. She had no idea of my thoughts. Shadow sex.