Bonnie, believe in me. I’ll save you. I remember how to fly.

— L.J. Smith

Bonnie who had never hurt a - a harmless thing for malice. Bonnie who was like a kitten making airy pounces at no prey at all. Bonnie with her hair that was called something strawberry, but that looked simply as if it was on fire. Bonnie of the translucent skin with the delicate violet fjords and estuaries of veins all over her throat and inner arms. Bonnie who had lately taken to looking at him sideways with her large childlike eyes big and brown under lashes like stars...

— L.J. Smith

Come on, it’s an American tradition. Apple soup? Mom’s homemade chicken pie?' She chuckled in spite of herself, then winced. 'It’s apple pie and Mom’s homemade chicken soup. But you didn’t do badly, for a start.

— L.J. Smith

Dismissed like a dog. Damon groped for his jacket behind him, found it, and wished that his groping for his sense of humor could be as successful. The surrounding faces were all the same. They could have been carved in stone. But not stone as hard as that that was coming together again around his soul. That rock was remarkably quick to mend—and an extra layer was added, like the layering of a pearl, but not covering anything nearly so pretty.

— L.J. Smith

Do I look like the kind of person who wastes time turning goats into pin cushions?

— L.J. Smith

DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME, JEZEBEL! DON'T YOU DARE! Or I'll follow you to the next world and KILL you.

— L.J. Smith

Don't you just hate that, you meet a girl she seems pretty nice, you tell all your friends, and before you know it she turns out to be a vampire, don't you just hate it when that happens?

— L.J. Smith

Each night I lie and dream about the one Who kissed me and awakened my desire spent a single hour with him alone And since that hour, my days are laid with fire.

— L.J. Smith

Each of them had done their best. Matt was still his friend. For Meredith, maybe the day would come when she could look at him and not think “inhuman” — or at least not think it immediately and constantly. Maybe Bonnie, the moth, would be able to stay away from the unholy flame. Now, there was something to worry about. He could all too easily see Bonnie taking a walk on the very wild side with Damon. His brother had a soft spot for her already, she knew. But if either of them had a problem, he already knew what he had to do to find a plan for a solution. Just look up.

— L.J. Smith

Elena gasped back, "I can touch the ground!"" I can see you touching it!", Bonnie exclaimed with tears of joy.

— L.J. Smith