Think about that for a moment. They died for you. Now take a good look at the life you're living and tell me: Did they do the right thing?

The problem with people who say monsters don't really exist is that they're almost never saying it to the monsters." —Alice Healy

You are covered in blood," Tybalt said again, stressing the words harder this time. "It makes me tense." There was a thud as the guard hit the floor, and Tybalt returned to my side. "Wow. You must be tense a lot." He sighed. "You have no idea.

Be good. Be kind to each other. And if there's somebody you love, tell them. The world always needs more love.

Hey!" I turned, crossing my arms and glaring. "I was talking to him!" Tybalt eyed me with amusement, which just made me glare harder. "No, you were inciting him to stab you with a toothpick. Again, the difference is small, but I think it matters.

I require something so horrifically alcoholic that it makes livers tremble with fear and run for their lives when its name is uttered.

Last guy I was interested in turned out to be an incestuous necrophiliac," she said. "So no, not currently dating, and definitely not doing any more shopping in the 'sociopath' category