Worry about staying alive first. Then worry about how you're going to live.

Piece of Heaven?" "No, that other place I'm going to go to for thinking what I'm thinking.

Sydney: "You can be Jet if you want, but we are not posing as a couple again" Adrian: "Are you sure? Because I've got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding." Sydney: "Why are they all high-calorie foods? And bread pudding isn't really that romantic." Adrian: "Do you want me to call you celery stick instead? It just doesn't inspire the same warm and fuzzy feelings." - The Indigo Spell

I couldn't recall the last time I'd seen that much of him on display. It was wonderful and frightening on the same time. I then said the stupidest thing possible. "You're not scared of anything." "I'm scared of a lot of things. I was scared for you" He released me, and I stepped back. There was still passion and worry written all over him. "I'm not perfect, I'm not invulnerable.

I just told you to be quiet. That's one step away from asking you to wash my laundry and make me a sandwich.

Your truths are worse than your lies.

All right," I managed to say, just before I crumpled to the floor. "Let's see what you've got.