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.

Just FYI, in your case, I think it’s okay to fear the reaper.

Lit majors are not known for watching where they're going; most of us walk with our eyes in a book instead of on the path ahead.

This would be so much easier if they actually issued black hoods.

Near-death experiences release a lot of endorphins, resulting in a natural high," Tod whispered. "And it's totally true that one passion feeds another." "You know we're way past 'near-death', right?" "My endorphins aren't listening to you.

Can’t clean up after you anymore, baby brother, so don’t punk out. Make it count.

My aunt and overprivileged cousin only recognize two states of being: glitter and grunge. And if you weren’t glitter, well, that only left one other option.