Kami Garcia Quotes

He hadn’t been peeping intentionally; he’d been trying to sneak into my room. So that was slightly less creepy, I supposed.

Stopping at her house is a neighbor boy with evil on his mind, cause he's been peeking in Angie's room at night through her window blind.

I take the invasion of my personal space very seriously.

If you read somebody's diary, you get what you deserve.

When a crowd rushes into your house without declaring its intention, it is, by definition, an invasion.

Tourists came around and looked into our tipis. That those were the homes we choose to live in didn't bother them at all. The untied the door, opened the flap, and barged right in, touching our things, poking through our bedrolls, inspecting everything. It boggles my mind that tourists feel they have the god-given right to intrude everywhere.

I wonder how well she sleeps at night, and what kind of dreams she has. I wish I could step into them like she steps into mine.

Like a stalker. An obsessed stalker. An obsessed, vampire stalker

And it's a pity too that I've no right to open your letters. I hope you don't get many, or my conscience will give me no peace.

And I don't care if you're talking about things that are true, you're still talking about my personal life. How about I go peek in your window, take what underwear you wore last night, whose husband you were fucking, and shove that in the megaphone throughout your neighborhood? How does that feel? It's none of your goddamn business.

So either your a vampire or a perv. Which is it?

The moon is hidden behind a cloud... On the leaves is a sound of falling rain... No other sounds than these I hear; The hour of midnight must be near... So many ghosts, and forms of fright, Have started from their graves to-night, They have driven sleep from mine eyes away: I will go down to the chapel and pray.

The stifled hum of midnight, when traffic has lain down to rest, and the chariot wheels of Vanity, still rolling here and there through distant streets, are bearing her to halls roofed in and lighted to the due pitch for her; and only vice and misery, to prowl or to moan like night birds, are abroad.

For me, the scariest thing about a serial killer is that there's somebody who lives next door to you, running power tools late into the night, and you don't know he has a refrigerator full of penises.

I'm not a creature of the night, mate.

Time moves in it special way in the middle of the night.

Hushed as midnight silence.

No trouble ever got fixed late at night," he said. "Midnight is for regrets.

Setting out around midnight, I couldn't help shaking my head, "We're the goddamned hottest vampire hunters ever." I muttered.

A Klaner KKK is a cat who gets out of bed in the middle of the night and takes his sheet with him.

You know I can’t go out there. There’s daylight outside. (Ravyn) Well, that’s what happens when the big yellow ball comes up over the mountains. Amazing isn’t it? (Susan)

Once upon a midnight dreary

It was three o'clock in the morning – the wisest and most accursed hour of the clock. But sometimes it sets us free.

This was the way the night had cashed in. Choices had been made and things happened, and here we were. It was sad, and funny. My life was made of this. Stuff like this.

No. I usually rest in my satin-lined coffin, actually. I'm not allowed out in daylight hours.