I don’t want to be that girl who’s nothing without her boyfriend. I want to be a reflection of what I love—of who I am on my own, not just an empty echo of who I love. Does that make sense?” “You think I’d overwhelm you?” he asked. “We’d overwhelm each other.

I don’t know. Is that good-different, or I-should-come-with-a-warning-label-different?

Two thousand years and I’ve never met anyone so stubborn.

You do remember how dangerous I am with those?” “Aye, that’s the point. Everyone will duck and cover if they see you wielding these.” “Even my teammates?”“Especially your teammates.

And we’re at four. Alexis Ann, I think we’re in an abusive relationship.

I am currently preoccupied with chocolate.

We so need to work on your definition of relaxing.

Where's the guy who gave me Twinkies and Coke?

Get out of my brain!

How can we be so utterly perfect, and you chose the douche who doesn’t have the first clue what he has?