bite me. oh wait, you can't from way out there." - eve

Crosses?" "Definitely" "Why?" "Because they're evil, soulless, bloodsucking fiends?" "So was my sixth-grade gym teacher, but he wasn't afraid of a cross.

Hey,” he said softly. He moved closer to the bars, pressing his face between them. “I always said you were jailbait, but this is ridiculous.

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

In this whole screwed-up town, you're the only thing that's always been right to me," he whispered. "I love you, Claire." She saw something that might have been just a flash of panic go across his expression, but then he steadied again. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I do. I love you.

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

Hold on, Claire Bear! Next stop, Crazytown!