God, I needed you," he murmured. "I can't even tell you how many times I thought about this. The funny thing is, I don't need you any less now. I think I need you more." ~Shane~

You’re kind of a psycho. I get that.” “I might be,” Monica agreed, and gave her a slow, strange smile. “You’re one smart little freak. Now run away, smart little freak, before I change my mind and stick you in one of these old suitcases for some architect to find a hundred years from now.” Claire blinked. “Archaeologist.” Monica’s eyes turned winter cold. “Oh, you’d better start running away now.

(Djinn are essentially vapor.) "I blew him away.

Girl, it's an umbrella, not a Lamborghini.

Shane: "Score," he said, and raised the crowbar in triumph. "Who's your daddy?" - Black Dawn

Hannah leaned against the wall. "Mind if I call shotgun?" Since you're carrying one? Feel free.

why don't you just get the bunny slippers with fangs Myrin?