He's going to be okay," said Quentin. "He has to. He's Tybalt. You'd be all weird and irritating if he wasn't around." "Weird and irritating?" I raised an eyebrow. "What gives you that idea?" Quentin shrugged. "That's already how you get when he isn't around.

It felt odd to be laughing during a firefight. Then again, if you can't laugh when you're about to die, when can you?

April frowned, irritation evident. “I did not consent to your presence,” she said peevishly. “Please depart, and attempt your political assassination on someone else’s property.

When Rome burned, the emperor's cats still expected to be fed on time.

We have to burn brightly. We can’t burn forever

Rick stared at him. "Your brother is an alien." "Yeah, but he's a cute one.

I feel the closest to crazy when I'm disagreeing with the voice in my head