Countless are, as the sand in the sea, the deep desires of men, and none resembles the other, and all of them, whether shameful, or great, in the beginning are obedient, but later become terrible masters over him.
We all have a dinosaur deep within us just trying to get out.
Nothing is irresistible. There is no feeling that is irresistible.
This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.
Maybe my sister and I shared more than we thought. We were both waiting and wishing for something we couldn't completely control: I wanted to be alone, and she the total opposite. It was weird, really, to have something so contrary in common. But at least it was something.
Great passions are incurable diseases.
I have always enjoyed vampire stuff without ever having been a full vampire geek. I suppose I love the idea of blood thirst because it can say so much about us, not simply about addiction but about all those desires that can tear a family apart.
It's not my fault that men fall in love with me!
The passions we cannot control are the ones that define us.
