L.J. Smith

"You didn’t feed from her,” he said, and this was not a question.“Swill poison? Not my kind of fun, little brother.”One corner of Stefan’s mouth quirked up. He made no response to this, but simply looked at Damon with eyes that were... Knowing. Damon bridled.“I told the truth!”“Going to take it up as a hobby?"

"I told you. You don't love someone because of their looks or their clothes or their car. You love them because they sing a song only your heart can understand."

"All I know is that right now I wanna rip your clothes off right here in the middle of this hall and throw you in one of these classrooms and kiss every square inch of your body, while a bunch of people who drive minivans listen wishing they were us."

"Aphrodite just kept smiling.Because she was just doing what a goddess does-the same way that a tornado rips houses apart or a fire burns down a forest."

"I don't trust easily, so when I tell you I trust you, don't make me regret it."

"This was the problem with having walls so hard and high and unscalable, she supposed. When they came down, they crumbled completely, shattering into nothingness. She felt utterly defenseless right now."