Happy birthday,” she said. “And next time? Eat the stupid cupcake.

Can I come back and see you sometime?" "Long as you bring me some chocolate," Gramma said, and smiled. "I'm partial to chocolate." "Gramma, you're diabetic." "I'm old, girl. Gonna die of something. Might as well be chocolate.

Claire signed. "Go ahead. And thanks. Oh, and be careful?" "Please. I am the queen of careful. Also, princess of punk fabulousness."

Boys. I'd turn gay if they weren't so sexy.

I so rarely have the chance to field-test anything. Amelie is so conservative about these things -Myrnin

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

You okay?" he asked me. I nodded, unable to say anything that would really cover how I felt. "Then get out of the way." "Huh?" "Your legs. Please