Dude you scare me sometimes! You're all vampire superwoman

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

It didn't help that she was painfully shy and kept to herself, because then they just thought she was stuck-up, which she wasn't. She was just quiet.

Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable.

One minute you could be getting a smoke in the alley on the Lower East Side with your friends, having drinks and dancing on tables in a popular nightclub. And the next minute, you could be dead.

Maybe weakness is a strength of a kind.