“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.”

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

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

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

“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.”

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

“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.”