Gods, I love it when you talk mathy to me.

Gods, I love it when you talk mathy to me.

My looks had gone from well-kempt cheerleader to apocalyptic disasterpiece.

He gave her an indulgent look. "I'll forgive these rash words for now." She sputtered, "Forgive? Let's talk about who should be forgiving who.""Whom," he corrected."Shut up! I'm in the right here. Remember all those things you did to me?"

Elizabeth, With my compliments. You will never get your claws into another one of mine. Rot in hell, Nïx clasped her hands over her chest, sighing, "He gave you his heart. That's so romantic. So much better than a candy heart. Those get stuck in the fangs, you know.

Lothaire:Hate scars. I'm physically flawless--why can't everyone be? Everywhere Lothaire went, people stopped and stared. Of course, then they usually ran.

I take no actions that I wouldn't publicly recount. If you can't speak your deeds, then don't do them.