There had to be a circle of Hell where you were eternally fourteen, eternally in junior high. One of the lower circles.

Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another. Yeah. I wrapped myself in anger, with a dash of hate, and at the bottom of it all was an icy center of pure terror.

He didn't look the least bit tired. A morning person, even after no sleep at all. It was disgusting.

The ratman froze, staring at me. "Why are you laughing?" His voice held just a hint of unease. Good. I was hoping that the vampires would come for me soon and save me. You've got to admit that's funny.

Anyone who doesn't believe that the forest is a deadly place has never been lost in one.

Sex is like crying, it does look pretty if you really do it

It feels like we're in a Harry Potter book talking about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.