“I feel like the word shatter.”

“Siry answered with one simple, shattering word. "Veelox.”

“I like it that order exists somewhere even if it shatters near me.”

“I’m a word freak. I like words. I’ve always compared writing to music. That’s the way I feel about good paragraphs. When it really works, it’s like music.”

“I understood the word 'swoon'. It felt that way, like 'sweep' and 'moon' and 'woo', all those words smashed together in one word that stood for that feeling, right then.”

“Is love so fragile,
And the heart so hollow,
Shatter with words,
Impossible to follow,
You're saying I'm fragile, I try not to be,
I search only, for something I can't see.”

“I feel like every role you take, there's a part of you that obviously feels like you can do it. I don't know if perfect is the right word because I don't believe in perfection. I don't think it exists.”

“Is he… is Dimitri a Strigoi?"
Mason hesitated only a moment, like he was afraid to answer me, and then—he nodded.
My heart shattered. My world shattered.”

“Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.”

“No it is not easy to write. It is as hard as breaking rocks. Sparks and splinters fly like shattered steel.”