It was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set. As Lassiter crouched beside the Brother’s pretzel of a body, he was feeling a little nauseous himself, and he took a moment to cup what hung between his legs—just to reassure the boys downstairs that however much of an iconoclast he was, some things were sacred.

“Doesn't have to be easy to be right.” In that case, we're meant for each other.

If I can live through the events,” she said, “I can get through the memories.

Sometimes the only way to know how far you'd come was to return to where you once had been.

You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!

I came to you, Jane. Every night this week, I came to you. I didn't want you to be alone. And I didn't want to sleep without you." -Vishous

But every once in a while, from out of the blue, someone reaches the quiet place where you spend your private time and changes the way you see yourself