I've been waiting for you forever." "Forever' as in several hundred years, or forever as in since my lesson began?

Neatness makes me feel like I have to be on my best behavior. Clutter is my natural habitat.

I couldn't remember the last time I hadn't had to fake gratitude for a gift, and now that I actually was grateful, thank you didn't seem to cut it.

She screamed, the high scream that was neither human nor animal but something terrible in between, the sort of sound that you never forget no matter how many beautiful things you hear afterward.

My words are unerring tools of destruction, and I’ve come unequipped with the ability to disarm them.

Because you have only known me for like fourteen seconds and seven of those were us making out and you still know more about me than all of my friends in this stupid place.

It's a bomb. Just like you.