“Why, Andrew, why would it irritate me? Do you think that being loved by you is something to be ashamed of? I don't.”

“You don't have fangs." "I do." Why did it feel as if she'd just insulted his virility? "I don't think I would have missed something like that, Styx." Wry sarcasm dripped from each word. "Show me.”

“I don't understand, Jem. I don't understand why you'd leave me. Why would you that?”

“You have something you want to do. Something you like to do. Something you're good at. Why don't we start with that? Why don't you let that be the entire plan for now?”

“It's so easy to get stuck. You just get caught in being something, being special or cool or whatever, to the point where you don't even know why you need it; you just think you do.”

“That he'll never let you down. That boy's got a heart the size of Kentucky, and he loves you. That's important. Take it from someone who knows. My mom used to tell me that whatever you do, marry someone who loves you more than you love him. And I listened to her. Why do you think Henry and I get along so well? I'm not saying that I don't love him, because I do. But if I ever left Henry or something, God forbid, ever happened to me, I don't think he'll be able to go on. And that guy would risk his life for mine in a heartbeat.”