For every bad thing in life, there are more good things to tip the balance.

Yeah? What'd you name all those cats?" Death, Famine, Pestilence, War, and Mr. Whiskers." You named your cats after the riders of the apocal--wait. Mr. Whiskers?" Well, there are only four horsemen.

I thought I'd finally get to relax with Dimitri.

Oh God. Why, oh why, did I have to be the one to deliver this news? Why couldn’t I be locked away in my room or the library doing something enjoyable, like homework?

I felt my heart breaking all over again. Why? Why had this happened to us? Why was the universe so cruel?

Whether it's simply some fierce animal joining of mates or a sublime merging of souls, she is mine, and I am hers.

She probably gave up and started playing Minesweeper." [...] We reached the cafe and found Sydney bent over her laptop, with a barely eaten Danish and what was probably her fourth cup of coffee. We slid into seats beside her. "How's it—hey! You ARE playing Minesweeper!