My choices were to either give in and let them kill all of us or fight back with everything I had. I chose the second one, ’cause I’m just funny that way.

Why would you let [the TV audiences] build a habit of going to the cable networks? So I think they've obviously smartened up now, and they're not giving the summer to cable anymore.

Fang! Angel?" i yelled, not even trying for stealth. i was storming the castle, not stealing the jewels.

What was premeditated murder if not calculated leverage?

Bizarre! That's the only word I can use to describe life sometimes. Just freaking bizarre.

It was a little weird that they were friends. But then, maybe freaks just tended to find each other.

Plus her mom was so awesome. She was strict about some things—don’t leave your socks lying around—but so not strict about other things, like calling the cops about my bullet wound.