Because I am about to be devoured by poodles," I quip. "Remember me always, my love.

He wondered whether growing up was learning that most stories turned out to be lies.

We have about three hours of homework a night, and our evening study period is only two hours, so if you want to spend the break at half-past-nine not freaking out, you have to cram. I'm not sure that the picture of the wide-eyed zombie girl biting out the brains of senior douchebag James Page is part of Sam's homework, bit if it is, his physics teacher is awesome.

You set me up," I say. "One big con. You can't blame me because I turned out not to be gullible enough. You can't blame the mark. That's not how it works. Have some respect for the nature of the game.

You can break a thing, but you cannot always guide it afterward into the shape you want.

Death’s favorites don’t die.

I'm afraid that whatever I touch is spoilt by the contact." "I'm not scared of being spoiled," Val said.