If I was truly as brave as I thought I was, I'd have let him go. But I loved him, and I wasn't that brave.

I want a kiss to be so believable it gives the reader shivers.

Lust has less logic than love, sometimes, but it's easier to fight.

I sat on the bed. Neither of us said anything. I wasn't slick and sophisticated enough for this. What do you say to boyfriend A when he finds you naked in the bed of boyfriend B? Especially if boyfriend A turned into a monster the night before and ate someone. I bet Miss Manners didn't cover this at all.

Questions are great, but only if you know the answers. If you ask questions and the answers surprise you, you look silly.

She should have remembered that people have given everything they own, everything they are, to be taken care of, and to have their pain gone. It's the lure of cults: the promise of a good family; it's what people think love is, but love isn't absence of pain, it's a hand to hold while you're going through it.

I wasn't afraid of him anymore, because I could smell his fear. You never had to be afraid of anything that was afraid of you.