The Dirt on Ninth Grave

I don't understand your specific kind of crazy, but I do admire your commitment to it.

Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance... The five stages of waking up.

No offense, but what on earth could I ask of you that would be a great hardship?” His gaze rested on my mouth before making its way to my eyes again. “You could ask for the world, and then where would civilization be when I conquered it and laid it at your feet?

A lot of people are alive because I shed too much hair to get away with murder.

There, written in French, were the words Je t’ai aimée pendant mille et un. –R. I stilled. Read it again. And again. Je t’ai aimée pendant mille et un. –R. I’ve loved you for a thousand and one. –R.

I've loved her for centuries," he said. "And I will love her until the stars burn out." "Well, okay then," I said, leaning into him. "That's all you had to say." He stilled when he realized for certain that I knew. That I had all my memories back. The relief I felt from him melted me. His emotions were overwhelming.

I don't think I could ever complete anyone. But driving someone insane sounds doable. -Internet meme

I have seen things. Awful things. Empty coffee cup things.

Just how many drinks have you had?" "Not enough," he said, his voice oceans deep. "Not enough to forget her?" "There isn't enough alcohol on the planet to make me forget her.

Men were weird. Especially men made of tempered steel and fire and perpetual darkness. Or men with penises. Either way

I see dead people. No, wait. I take that back. I see people I want dead.--ecard

And then he spoke the very first words he'd ever spoken to me. His deep, rich voice dissolved my bones. I almost responded with "Of course I'll have sex with you before you sacrifice me to your gods." Then I realized he'd asked me where the restroom was.

I don’t need a babysitter.” “That’s good, because no babysitter alive should have the thoughts I have about you.

You can’t make someone love you. You can only stalk them and hope for the best. —INTERNET MEME

A dyslexic man walks into a bra- T-shirt

Being an adult means never having to show your work on math problems. —T-SHIRT

You know?” he asked. “Yes. I know what I am.” “You – you do?” “I’m a time traveler.

Did you really think that when I learned my celestial name, I'd leave? I'd forget all about you?" "You did leave. You did forget all about me." "That's different." "The pain was just real." He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed as though his life depended on it.

Is she smiling " Cookie asked. I looked over at her. "I think she is." "She never smiled this early." "Nobody smiles this early. It's illegal in seventeen states.

It was ingrained in my DNA. I loved Reyes Farrow. I craved him, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I think I met your friend Charley." "You...did? When?" "When I looked in the mirror this morning." She stood in disbelief for a moment. Then astonishment. Then doubt. Then hope. Then wariness. Aka, the five stages of Cookie.

His presence made the air crackle with electricity, mostly because of all the spontaneous ovulating going on when he walked in.

If he didn't hate me so much and he wasn't an evil supernatural being, I'd be on him like black on Cookie's toast. That woman could not make toast.

His mouth was truly one of his most spectacular accomplishments. It had the gentle fullness of passion, as though he’d just made love. As though he’d just satisfied some fortuitous woman’s deepest desires.

As far as superpowers went, if a vengeful madman hopped up on 24-Hour Sudafed and wielding a broadsword named Thor’s Morning Wood ever attacked us, we were screwed. Six ways to Sunday.

Coffee has given me unrealistic expectations of my productivity -T-SHIRT

You could ask for the world, and then where would civilization be when I conquered it and laid it at your feet.