Every relationship is different. Everyone loves differently.

For once, you're going to hear something that doesn't fit into your neat, compartmentalized world of order and logic and reason.

Oh God. She probably thinks we were off doing—you know—romantic type, um, things—

Note even Moroi give licenses to infants, Sage.

I’d been raised to be practical and keep my emotions in check, but I loved cars. That was one of the few legacies I’d picked up from my mom. She was a mechanic, and some of my best childhood memories were of working in the garage with her.

When I saw you fall..." "You thought, 'Wow, she's a loser.

You guys are so caught up in your polished images and your passive-aggressive comments that no one ever comes right out and says anything. Well, I'm going to.