I wouldn't change it," Simon said. "I wouldn't give up loving you. Not for anything. You know what Raphael told me? That I didn't know how to be a good vampire, that vampires accept that they're dead. But as long as I remember what it was like to love you, I'll always feel like I'm alive.

You can't just go around killing people. You're right. You can't go around killing people.

There is no cure for fictional character love, but the plus side is that it is an entirely benign disease with no bad side effects.

I was the quiet kid in the corner, reading a book. In elementary school, I read so much and so often during class that I was actually forbidden from reading books during school hours by my teachers.

Waiting for a special occasion to kill me? Christmas is coming.

I mean, is there a chance for me? To have another life after this, a better one?

And so what? I just killed a demon in my own house, and you're going to be a dickhead about it because I'm not some spoiled-rotten rich brat like you and your sister?" Alec looked astonished. "What did you call me?