“What’s the difference between an undead and my last boyfriend? One is a soul-sucking beast from hell and the other is an undead.”

“Oh shit! Can you say 'fuck' in a graveyard or will it jinx you with the undead?”

“You set fire to my house, killed my family, and ate my dog. But steal my boyfriend? That's a step too far.”

“That's some moon""Stop talking about my ass, you beast.”

“I knew it. You’re an alien,” said her former best friend, the pale, bespectacled creature with the spectacular cleavage. “Yes, I’m an alien and I still made cheerleader. And now I’m going to steal your boyfriend to prove girls can’t really be friends.” “I sat back timidly when you torched my house, killed my parents, and ate my dog. But now you’re stealing my boyfriend? That’s a step too far!”

“You’ve been assigned an identity since birth. Then you spend the rest of your life walking around in it to see if it really fits. You try on all these different selves and abandon just as many. But really it’s about dismantling all that false armor, getting down to what’s real.”

“There are no wrong decisions ― only different ones.”