Good God. Men Everywhere.

She Accused Me Of Wearing Pants From The Salvation Army." "rose, Your Pants Are From The Salvation Army." "that's So Not The Point!

No," Dimitri Interrupted Gently. He Moved His Face Toward Mine, Our Foreheads Nearly Touching. "it Won't Happen To You. You're Too Strong. You'll Fight It, Just Like You Did This Time." "i Only Did Because You Were Here." He Wrapped His Arms Around Me, And I Buried My Face In His Chest. "i Can't Do It By Myself," I Whispered. "you Can," He Said. There Was A Tremulous Note In His Voice. "you're Strong—you're So, So Strong. It's Why I Love You.

You Will Lose What You Value Most... It Hadn't Been Me That Rhonda Was Talking About. It Hadn't Even Been Dimitri's Life. What You Value Most. It Had Been His Soul.

Don't Be Sorry You Loved Him. That's Part Of You, Part You Have To Let Go.

I’d Said It Before And Meant It: Alive Or Undead, The Love Of My Life Was A Badass.