Caring is love. And love fights! Love doesn't look for the path of least resistance.

Och, Dani my darling, you're not giving me a single reason to wait for you to grow up. You're giving me a thousand reasons not to." It's Christian! I'm so glad it's him, not one of the other princes! I turn around in his arms and tip my head back. "Hi, Christian!" I beam at him. He's hotter than the other princes. I'm glad I got him. I'll take the others, too, but I want him first. "I want to grow up. Now. Hurry.

I make a new discovery that totally blows; dying is the easy part. It's coming back to life that sucks.

I like sex for breakfast, kid. I eat early and often.

And then what? Said, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Lane, I didn't mean to wrinkle your lovely blouse. May I press that for you?' Or perhaps you gouged it with one of your pretty pink nails?" I was really beginning to wonder what his hang-up with pink was, but I didn't resent the sarcasm in his voice.

Werewolves? Oh please, just plain stupid. Who wants to get it on with a man ruled by his inner dog?

The kind of person that thanks another person never survives. Have you learned nothing?