I realized that I'd rather die with you than live with someone else.

I don't want to wear your dad's clothes. He hates me." "You'd rather wear mine?" Nash scowled.

Great. "So not only am I not-human, but Death is my arch foe?" Who, me? Panic? "Anything else you want to tell me, while we're confessing?

I should have said something. ... But my mouth wouldn't open, and the longer I stood there in silence, the better I can to understand the problem. It wasn't that I had nothing to say to him. It was that I had too much to say.

That's because Tod never brings anything but death and bad advice," I snapped. "That's not true." Tod tried to grin, "Sometimes I bring pizza.

At least you don’t need a prescription for tequila.

How is it wrong to put everything you have into getting what you want most in the world?