This means nothing,” she said. “Less than nothing,” he lied. “I’ll hate myself later.” “I hate myself now.

There was something so best-musical-ever when people screamed and begged for mercy, and she could listen to a good musical all day.

Paris, the FedEx deliveryman of Pleasure and Fatality.

She has the heart of a child, you know. Yeah, it's in a box beside her bed. - Kaia Skyhawk

Replies began arriving seconds after he pressed send, and soon every single one of the warriors (besides William) had agreed to come home. Take me out of your address book, William

Her hand fluttered over her heart. "Did you just say the word shopping without flinching?" "I did. So?" "So, that's gotta be a record. It's a worldwide fact men hate shopping." "How can I hate it when I've never done it?" Her lips curled into a slow, beautiful smile. "If you weren't already an angel, I'd dub you a saint. Poor guy. You have no idea what you're in for.

How do we thank an angel? Somehow I don’t think a fruit basket will do the trick." ~ Amun