His face held a certain impassivity; you see it in all waiters and valets. They might want to jam a knife through your left eye socket, but you'd never know it from their expression. Working retail, I've acquired a similar look myself.

Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click. Recognition.

He’s worth fighting for, but I won’t change who I am for any man. No more than he should alter himself to suit me.

Dying isn’t like living; it requires no effort at all.

Then in the interest of full honesty, I really wish you'd kiss me right now.

I'm not sick, Deuce. You don't know your own charm." My charm? I hadn't been aware I had any. It must be the dress, I thought.

Once exposed, a secret loses all its power.