You forget, darling, I am the local psychopath." ~Clayton Danvers, Bitten

I called Clay from the SUV. "How'd it go at the paper?" he asked. "She called me perky." "Ouch.

I envied it; not the idea of having so much money that you could throw it away, but the thought of growing up in a world where someone cared so much about your happiness and so little about what you accomplished in life.

That's what being crazy was, wasn't it? You thought you were fine. Everyone else knew better.

I didn't need to be rescued." "Sorry, but my sword outranks your…" she glanced at my hand, "sock puppet.

Just show him that I didn't need his apology, I guess. Show him that I was okay. Better than okay. I was happy, in spite of everything he'd done to me, and no, I didn't forgive him. God help me, I would not forgive him.

I had to take responsibility, even if it meant saying no to an authority figure, because I was the authority on me.