“All he said was, "Hi," but to me, it sounded like a whole lot more. Like, I'm soooo glad to see you. Like, you are the hottest thing on two legs. Like, let's get naked together.”

“As we headed out toward the parking lot, Dan said "Why don't we take the truck? It's less conspicuous." He had a point. With Fang sitting on the back of my motorcycle in his goggles we were more likely to draw attention than divert it. YEAH, THAT'S 'CAUSE I'M SMOKIN'!”

“What are you?” he demanded. “A slayer?" I rolled my eyes. “The name's Val, not Buffy. Do I look like a blond cheerleader with questionable taste in men?”

“Fang shreds alot.”

“I feel like men are more romantic than women. When we get married we marry, like, one girl, 'cause we're resistant the whole way until we meet one girl and we think I'd be an idiot if I didn't marry this girl she's so great. But it seems like girls get to a place where they just kinda pick the best option... 'Oh he's got a good job.' I mean they spend their whole life looking for Prince Charming and then they marry the guy who's got a good job and is gonna stick around.”

“You think too much and I bet it kills the magic," he says simply. "Some things are just instinct and if you try and replace that with thinking they die. You can read and think as much as you want before and after, but in the moment, man, you have to, like, let go.”

“Procrastination is like a credit card: it's a lot of fun until you get the bill.”