I’d said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass.

Whereas Angeline's antics made me want to pull out my hair sometimes, Trey found them endearing.

What are you, Rose Hathaway? Are you real? You're a dream within a dream. I'm afraid touching you will make me wake up. You'll disappear.

Well, I guess I can wait two weeks then." "for what?" "to ask her out

I'm sorry." "Be sorry you lied," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go, yeah, but still something that's made you who you are.

My name's Jet Steele.

I think it’s more like a shirt that says, ‘I’m going to have to end this date early so I can go prepare my Power Point presentation