I'm going to enjoy this.”“What?” I asked. “Hell?

Love makes you stupid. Love makes you weak. Love will kill you all one day, and it’s going to kill you today.

Part of making a good decision is just making a decision. You can't always sit and weigh the pros and cons. There just isn't time for that. Making a good decision means sticking with your choice and dealing with what comes with it. Being able to deal with the consequences—that's making a good decision.

She didn't say anything—at least, not with her mouth. Her eyes told me a different story. The only problem was that they each had a thousand tongues talking, each in a language I didn't speak.

How you, a weak boy caught in the middle of a storm, both in reality and metaphorically, would risk your life to save some girl—some girl who tortured you, ignored you, destroyed you.

Love gives you the strength to face an army, vampire or human...Love gives you a reason to press on through the storm. Love helps you think clearly and follow the clues ahead, if you know where they lead.

I never left because a part of me will always be in that house...

That boy made me realize, for a while at least, that my parents were wrong, and I didn't have to be like them.