But all I said, as I dug a five from my pocket to pay for my soda, was, "You have a friend?" Tod scowled. "Well, I wouldn't call him a friend according to the traditional definition, but in the sense that he imposes on me constantly and isn't afraid to point out my flaws, I'd say he qualifies." "Sounds more like a cousin.

What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?

I couldn't see who swam in the darkness, who wore shadows like a second skin.

I don't have you, and without you, it feels like what I do have doesn't matter.

So,would you say I’m closer to a zombie or a vampire? I gotta know—are my parts going to rot and fall off, or am I forever frozen in youthful perfection?

Now if you’ll excuse me, Death waits for no man. Except me.

I wanted more firsts with Tod. But all I had left was a handful of lasts.