There are no guarantees. Not with love or with life. But we can't go through life never taking a risk... Put our hearts out there. Take a chance with a boy. We might end up hurt, we might not.

"I love you," he said, his voice almost musical with happiness. She shot him a scowl. "Isn't saying that a bit dangerous considering these aren't wooden swords and the ends aren't even taped?" He laughed.

You will be what you are, and whatever it is, you will be fine. Everyone has to accept that and love you for who you are; it doesn’t really matter where your heritage comes from

Have you been smoking something? Seriously, I think you're a werewolf. This new snarky attitude is a dead giveaway." "And vampires aren't snarky?" Kylie rolled her eyes. "No, we're pissy. Snarky and pissy are two totally different things.

Change his mind. Tell him you're sorry you grilled his shorts." That you're sorry you've got ice running through your veins .

I mean, if your about to tell me something like I'm dead, that i need to start acquiring a taste for blood, and I can't even eat sushi, I wont be able to handle it. Or if you're going to tell me that I'm going to start howling at the moon, eating peoples cats, and will spend the rest of my life having to get waxed if I want to wear a bathing suit, then I don't think I can handle it, either. I like cats and I tried waxing once, and that hurt like a son of a gun." -Kylie

Be forewarned,' the vamp said, 'if I learn that there's anything romantic happening here, I'm sending him packing...less a few body parts.' Kylie's mouth dropped open. 'Romantic? Oh, please, he's old. He's as old as you.' Burnett's brow creased. 'Which is my point.' His frown deepened. 'Not that I'm *that* old.