My first celebrity crush was Jonathan Brandis. I even got to talk to him on the phone. I wrote a fan letter, and he answered. Talk about a surreal experience.

People with the purest souls are capable of the greatest evils.

We also told her you weren't a serial killer," Brit interjected. Cam nodded. "That's a glowing recommendation. Hey, at least he's not a serial killer. I'm going to put that on my Facebook profile.

Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly.

I could stare at you for a lifetime. It would never grow old." "Even when I'm old?" "Even then.

It was a cookie, not a crack pipe.

...his gaze met hers. It was crazy. Dressed down in worn blue jeans and a black shirt, he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. And the moment was sort of perfect. Even with the deer head staring over his shoulder like a total creeper.