I hate to say this, but not everyone seems happy that you’re still alive,” Finn said, picking up on the glares coming my way. “You can’t please everyone,” I drawled. “And you know how much I hate to disappoint our dear friends in the underworld.

Art should look like art, trees and flowers and people, not weird shapes and splotches of color all smeared together.

Come on, Gypsy girl. I'm bleeding to death here, in case you haven't noticed. At least make it worth my while and kiss me before I die.

I’m going to untangle her deadly scheme, even if it leaves my love affair hanging by a thread.

He realized something was going on between Logan and me. I wish he'd clue me in on exactly what it was, because I had no idea.

Easy was for people too weak to suck it up and do what needed to be done. And I wasn’t weak. Not anymore.

I eat haughty, arrogant, manipulative, self-important bitches like you for breakfast, sugar. And then I go back for seconds.