Maybe it was a good thing that Bones was putting Don's remains away instead of me. With my current emotional state, I'd probably think the only safe place for his ashes was tucked inside my clothes next to the garlic and weed.

You should figure out who you are and what you need, and then don't apologize for it.

Catherine! Get out of my way. I need to have a word with that thing." Since she usually called Bones "filthy animal", I assumed "thing" meant Ian.

Wasn't it time she risked getting hurt again, instead of just accepting the numbness of never letting anyone in?

Don't kiss me like a woman if you're going to treat me like a child.

Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much?

My parents were dismayed by my love of horror movies as a young girl, then even more dismayed when I kept rooting for Dracula to win instead of Van Helsing.