Have your boyfriend add therapy bills to my expense tab.

She's my kitten, and no one else's.

Hearing that I'd come so close to dying should've terrified me, but all I could muster up was a weary "This day sucks.

I don't care what you think, your junk does not have special abilities.

Killing your rival doesn’t guarantee happiness. Sometimes it ruins any chance you have of it instead. Memories of dead men hold far more power than the annoyances of living ones.

See?” I’d whispered to Bones, nudging him with a grin. “He never argues with her. Isn’t that sweet?” A snort preceded his response. “Keep dreaming, pet.

Before we go, I gotta know: If mind-reading abilities are real, there's something else I wondered if fiction got right about vampires-" "Ask me if I sparkle and I'll kill you where you stand," Bones cut him off with utmost seriousness.