“She's like a hurricane on crystal meth.”
“Hope is the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard.”
“Vamps who are dying, or think they are, give a piercing, eardrum-bursting shriek, like the love child of a screech owl and a mountain lion on crystal meth, amplified like a seventies rock band.”
“She has the majesty of hurricanes and explosions.”
“I don't like hope very much. In fact, I hate it. It's the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard. It's bad news. The worst. It's sharp sticks and cherry bombs. When hope shows up, it's only a matter of time until someone gets hurt.”
“She was the only solace he could find in the storm raging around him, like a lighthouse shining through the darkness of a violent hurricane.”