“Ryan held a strawberry milkshake in one hand, his father's ashes in the other--and hoped like hell he didn't get them mixed up.”

“She was…perfection. One of those women who inspired vivid sexual fantasies. And for nicer guys, probably poems and songs and sappy crap like that.”

“I wrapped my hands around his ribs as he kissed me passionately. There were no cameras, no directors, no witnesses - just Ryan and I and our raw, unscripted emotions.”

“No one else should see him like that, ever. Not my Rue. And he was mine, as much as I was his. I knew that now, just from the way he looked at me after I kissed him. Everything I felt for him, every ounce of yearning and desire and need, had shone out of his eyes as he stared up at me. And I knew right then, I knew… he belonged to me.”

“Do I have to make a poster and scream Ryan, Ryan?" I kidded."The only time I want to hear you scream my name is when I'm making love to you. Although you did call me God the other night. That's acceptable, too.”

“It’s my husband. I think— I think he’s a zombie.” I smiled. “Believe it or not, I get this one a lot. Can you describe his behavior? Why do you think he’s a zombie?” She huffed. “He doesn’t do anything! He sits on the sofa all day watching TV and that’s it.”

“Silena BeauregardShe betrayed them all, thats what it seemedBut she never knew she was.Luke made a promise, that she was saving livesShe never knew that she wasn't saving,But killingSome knew, that something was about to happenA trick that ends in deathSome may have thought: Foolish Aphrodite girl. But,In the end she died braveIn the end she showed her treachourous secretIn the end she saw CharlieIn the end she was a hero”