She knew his secrets, knew him inside out. Humans could never know each other that way. They could never really get into another person's head. All the talking in the world couldn't even prove that you and the other person saw the same color red.

— L.J. Smith

She let herself fall backwards into the music, and it was like falling in a dream, without fear. It was like being a raindrop falling into the ocean that had started you.

— L.J. Smith

She stood slim and proud as some medieval witch princess against dawn.

— L.J. Smith

Tell Hugh," she whispered. Tell Hugh your freaking self! He's right here! And you're not going anywhere.

— L.J. Smith

That's how I want to go. Taking my own way out and totally pissing everybody off at the end.

— L.J. Smith

That was courage, Keller thought. Not doing something without being afraid, but doing something even though you were afraid.

— L.J. Smith

The hell with your secrets,” shouted Bonnie.“Language, language! How about this: One of you has kept a secret all their life, and is doing so even now. One of you is a murderer—and I am not speaking of a vampire, or a mercy killing, or anything like that. And then there is the question of the true identity of Sage—good luck on your research there! One of you has already had their memory erased—and I don’t mean Damon or Stefan. And what about the secret, stolen kiss? And then there is the question of what happened the night of the motel, that it seems that nobody but Elena can recall. You might ask her sometime about her theories about Camelot.

— L.J. Smith

The image isn't reality. Even though we're used to thinking that way a lot of the time. We show a kid a picture of a dog and say 'This is a doggie' - but it's not. It's just an image.

— L.J. Smith

The Night World isn't a place. It's all around us. The creatures of Night World are beautiful and deadly and irresistible to humans. Your best friend could be one-so could your crush.

— L.J. Smith

The poets and philosophers I once loved had it wrong. Death does not come to us all, nor does the passage of time dim our memories and reduce our bodies to dust. Because while I was considered dead, and a headstone had been engraved with my name, in truth my life was just beginning.

— L.J. Smith