Dimitri seemed like the kind of guy you could throw into the wilderness and he would survive off anything.

Bless you, daugher of man.

Somehow, Sydney had an internal clock that told her when time was up. I think it was part of her inherent ability to keep track of a hundred things at once. Not me. In these moments, my thoughts were usually focused on getting her shirt off and whether I’d get past the bra this time. So far, I hadn’t.

Get up guys. We’ve got a visit to pay.” “What are you talking about?” “I am not hanging out with Blake Lazar again.

You can live a lifetime in two years.

We can be together, Rose. Soon. We're almost there. And nothing will ever keep us apart.

Why are you hanging around, then? Aren't you worried about getting hit?" "Aw, you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty.