Sabine gestured to him with the half-eaten crust. "I like him. Not sure why he's wasting his time with the pole dancer, though." Tod laughed out loud and I groaned. "Sophie takes ballet and jazz. She's not a pole dancer." "There's more money in pole dancing," Sabine insisted.

So, you reap souls and crush hopes? Is that part of the job, or just a service you offer for free?

Eastlake High makes Buffy's hellmouth look like a crack in the sidewalk.

The problem with getting everything you want in life is that you're not prepared for disappointment when it comes.

Come on, Kaylee, before I choke on testosterone and melodrama.

Hang on, Pa, don't reach for yer shotgun just yet," I said, grinning over the protective streak I found funny, when there wasn't actually anything to shelterme from. "We were just circlin' the wagons, not having an orgy." My dad suddenly looked like he might be sick. "Please don't ever say that word again." "Wagons?

Pain is what I feed from when nothing else will nourish the noxious fury in my heart. It’s what I cling to when everything else—everyone else—slips right between my grasping fingers.