L.J. Smith: Doing

“I fell in love with you. I didn't do it on purpose”

“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.”

“Okay. I'll help you fight. What do you think we're up against? Bears, Coyotes…"
"My Brother.”

“Very touching. Do you want me to imitate a violin?”

“I do believe in shooting the messenger.
You know why? Because it sends a message.”

“I'd rather cut my throat," she said.
An intriguing thought. But I can do it so much more enjoyably.”

“You stole my bouquet? From the kistune?"
"I was very careful-"
"Do you realize what you've done?" Stefan shook Damon.
"Ow. That hurts! Do you want to break my neck.”

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

“Sheriff Mossberg was one of those people who never stop speaking until
they are finished, so by this time he was saying: “Do you understand
these rights?”
“No, sir! Mi ne komprenas Dumbtalk!”

“Things that really, really hurt are the right things to do.”

“Look, I'll fight, too. What do you think it is? Bear, coyote…?"
"My brother."
"Your…" Dismay pooled in Mark. She'd just stepped over the line of acceptable craziness. "Oh.”

“Jenny looked up quickly. "Do you believe in good and evil?"
"Oh, yes. Very strongly. And I believe that evil sometimes has to be fought—personally. Hand to hand. If you care enough to do it.”

“Right now everything looks so strange to me, as if I don't belong here. It's me that's out of place. And the worst thing is that I feel there's somewhere I do belong, but I just can't find it.”

“You come back and you do it right now," Morgead bellowed in her ears and in her mind. "Right now! Do you hear me?”

“The first rule of truly living - do the thing you are most afraid of.”

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