“He was tall and abrupt and exactly the kind of guy you wanted to be walking the streets with.”

“He's hot like, the kind of hot that makes you stop walking on the street and get hit by traffic.”

“He's also pretty good looking. Okay more than good looking. He's hot-like, the kind of hot that makes you stop walking in the street and get hit by traffic.”

“I instantly thought the guy was cute, in that gaunt, never-sees-the-light-of-day, New York street urchin kind of way. And he never stood still for a second. From across the tracks I read his expression as I have everything on my side except destiny, only his expression clearly hadn't informed his head or heart yet. The guy looked over and caught me staring, and once his eyes met mine they never deviated. He took several cautious steps forward, stopping abruptly at the thick yellow line you weren't supposed to cross. His arms dangled like a puppet and he seemed to skim the ground when he walked, as if suspended over the edge of the world by a hundred invisible strings.”

“The two things I look for in a guy is how tall he is and whether or not he's a vampire.”

“...this is exactly the kind of store that makes you want to buy a book about a teenage wizard. This is the kind of store that makes you want to be a teenage wizard.”