He leaned back for a moment to tug her shirt down her arms, with the same wicked, lovley smile that had first stolen her breath years ago.
Love is a mistake when we're all going to die any day now.
What would I do without you?" "You'll never find out.
I'm not bloodthirsty, but...seriously, she killed you. She needs to be dead.
Life is too short to read books that I'm not enjoying.
We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.