“But he's looking for love in all the wrong places. Like fancy under catalogsAt least he knows enough not to date while he's campaigning”

“I don't really know. I've never rescued a girl I love from the Furies before." He looked alarmed as he noticed my eyes were filling with tears. "Don't cry." "How can I not?" I asked him. "You just said you love me.""Why else did you think all of this was happening?" He set the book aside to wrap his arms around me. "The Furies wouldn't be trying to kill you if I didn't love you.”

“Did you see him? I know the photo was grainy, but he looks like one of those death metal goth heads, or whatever they’re called. All dressed in black with long hairI took umbrage at my mother describing my boyfriend this way. John was the Lord of the Underworld. How else was he supposed to dress?”

“I thought you'd like it," he said, seeming hurt. "You look very pretty.”

“But I guess you would look beatific, too, if the man you had been in love with since the fifth grade had told you that he was in love with you, too.”

“If the guy likes/loves you, he won't care if you are a good kisser or not.He should like you for what you are - not how you kiss.”

“Why does anyone commit murder?' he asked in a low voice.'I-'I blinked.'How should I know?''Three reasons,' Christopher said. He held up one finger. 'Love.' Another finger. 'Revenge.' And finally, a third finger. 'Profit...”