“I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.”

“Wulf aside, boys are stupid. Always were, always will be, world without end, amen.”

“I crossed my arms over my chest. Jeez, it was cold in here all of a sudden. And had he always smelled this good? Was it a cologne? Eau de Christmas Pie?”

“Boys always get the best lashes; it's like some kind of cosmic law.”

“Dru? Don't leave wihtout me."What could I say to that? I said the only thing I could. "I promise.”

“The taste of rotting, waxen oranges slid across my tongue, paying no attention to the fact that I was chewing on a wad of spearmint gum. Gran called it arrah-an aura. I was calling it danger candy nowadays. I always felt like spitting it out, but spitting would only make it worse.Plus, spitting on a dance floor is damn rude. I was raised better.”

“When you're wrecked, that's the only thing you can do, right? Hold on to whatever you can. Hold on hard.”