Hey now, none of that. You know I don't have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?

There was no sign of Jules. “Bad news,” said Elliot. “The man is sick. You’re going to have to settle for me.” “Sick?” Vee demanded. “How sick? What kind of excuse is sick?” “Sick as in it’s coming out both ends.” Vee scrunched her nose. “Too much information.

He gave Marcie a spare to the Jeep—I should park this thing in the ocean, twenty feet under.

I gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel. More than I think you'll ever know.

Violence doesn't equal strength.

Wow. Nice bike,” I said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap.

The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.