I looked around at us all: me in my nightgown, Kiyo bare-chested, Dorian in his extravagant robes, and Tim in his Native getup. God, I muttered, standing up, we all look like the village people.

It doesn't matter. Take Eddie's blood. Take Belikov's blood. Take your own for all I care. But If she doesn't want to give hers, then that's all there is to it. She said no. This conversation is done.

Life, unfortunately, doesnʹt seem to care what we want. Act now while you can actually stop it from being a disaster.

Escape plan #5: Open an alpaca ranch in Texas, one that requires all blond-haired, brown-eyed, brainy girls to wear sexy cowgirl outfits.

I won't lie. Walking into a room and seeing your girlfriend reading a baby-name book can kind of make your heart stop.

She says you're not awake until you're actually out of bed and standing up.

Nothing he said could change what I think of you. I've had my mind made up about you for a long time... and it's all good.