#norm

I'm lucky enough to be able to make films and so I don't need a psychiatrist. I can sort out my fears and all those things with my work. That's an enormous privilege. That's the privilege of all artists, to be able to sort out their unhappiness and their neuroses in order to create something. ↗

— Michael Haneke

#artists #create #enormous #enough #fears

Things on the essential list: vodka, Nine Inch Nails, a steady supply of mortal men, and an all-purpose bitchy attitude. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#humor #nin #nine-inch-nails #paranormal-romance #succubus

The Winter Prince was before me, with his noble, knightly bearing and the impossible beauty that is paralytic at close range. And I wanted nothing more than to vanish into his arms, and his embrace, but I saw the look on his face and I remembered then that he was my enemy and that there was only one thing to do. Run. ↗

— Kailin Gow

#paranormal-romance #beauty

Engaging spirits isn’t an elitist ability or industry, it’s being active in the connection with All Things. It’s innate to us all. ↗

— S. Kelley Harrell

#haunting #shamanism #spirit-communication #spirits #supernatural

Neither of us asked to be born descendants, yet I’d be rewarded with his death, and we couldn’t prevent that. No one could. (Eric) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#choice #death #destiny #fate #fiction

Death doesn’t always want your eternal sleep. Sometimes Death just wants your eternity. ↗

— Jacquelynn Gagne

#death #fantasy #novel #paranormal #romance

Romans and fairies and death dogs, oh my. ↗

— Dani Harper

#paranormal-romance #sexy-men #death

Later, he would ask later who Attila was. Now he only wanted Belial's kiss. His heat. His passion. A quick gallop. Frenzied eternity. Insanity multiplied. A perfect, mind-numbing, bone-shattering small death. He wanted it all. Now. Now. Now. ↗

— Ciaran Dwynvil

#fantasy #gay #paranormal #death

He responded by tsking before he caught both wrists in one hand. His free hand reached into his back pocket. “Bianca, not everything is about sex.” Pulling out cuffs, he yanked her wrists above her head. “This is,” he added. “But not everything is. ↗

— Virginia Nelson

#reapers #romance #death

I stepped between him and the window so I was inches from his face. “There’s only one Ophi I’ve ever been interested in.” I tugged on his arm, making him face me again. I reached up on my toes and pressed my lips against his. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. His kiss was hungry, like he didn’t want to let go. Finally, I pulled away, completely breathless. Alex just smiled, clearly impressed with himself. ↗

— Kelly Hashway

#necromancers #ya-paranormal #zombies #death