Well," Claire said, "at least we have tacos. Everything goes better with tacos.

I think we can all agree. SHINEY.

You look like a Goth factory exploded all over you!" he called as she ran down the hall. "Love you, too, jackass!

Here's a tip...If you leave a girl crying you're probably not doing your Don Juan routine right, asshole.

I liked you better when you were this timid little kid. What happened?” “I started living with you guys.” “Oh, right.

God is forgiving or we would not still be walking this world. But to be moral is not to need his divine forgiveness, I think.

I wrestled futilely, then relaxed as a vine wrapped three times around my throat and squeezed. Right," I choked out, and shut my eyes. "I'll wait here, then.