I love you.' 'Yeah, well...' 'You make my heart want to beat.' 'That's nice and creepy. But I'm with Fletcher.(...) Also, these proclamations of your undying love for me are getting kind of... it's a bit much to be honest. Just hold back a little.' 'But my love for you is eternal.' 'That's exactly the kind of thing I'm talking about.

We didn't die,' she said. Of course not. I'm too clever to die, and you're too pretty.' I am pretty,' Valkryie said, managing a grin.

You said I was your number-one pick." "And you are. In our hearts. Alphabetically, though, Dusk comes before you.

If anyone stops us, as long as we mumble something pretentious about the glory of death, we should be fine.

He is the best, in my whole life i have only read his books!!!!!!

Talking about one's feelings defeats the purpose of having those feelings. Once you try to put the human experience into words, it becomes little more than a spectator sport. Everything must have a cause, and a name. Every random thought must have a root in something else.

I know how easy it is to be swept away by stories, by things you wish were real.