I began peering into the corners of the room, making sure all the shadows were cast by objects and obeying known laws of physics.

You can’t give somebody faith. They either got it or they don’t.

Life is too hard, too much to handle. Nobody told me there’d be days like these. How could nobody tell me there’d be days like these? How could they let me grow up like that—happy and pink and stupid?

I'm sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody's does, and you go on. It's how you go on that defines you.

Oh, please," I rolled my eyes, "You're a leftie, Barrons." "Touche, Ms. Lane," he murmured.

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

Sometimes the small pleasures in life are the sweetest.