He's Got To Let Go Of You

Body Armor. Four Thousand Pounds Of Body Armor. And Missile-proof Glass? Nice. What Had Happened To Good Old-fashioned Bulletproof?

My Mom Is Part Albino.

Never Before Had I Recognized The Ring Of Majesty That Was In Billy Black's Voice, Though I Realized Now That This Authority Had Always Been There.

Edward: It Wasn't The Worst Night Of My Life. Jake: Did It Make The Top Ten? Edward: Possibly. But, If I Had Been Able To Take Your Place Last Night, It Would Not Have Made The Top Ten Of The Best Nights Of My Life. Dream About That.

I Felt Like - Like I Don't Know What. Like This Wasn't Real. Like I Was In Some Goth Version Of A Bad Sitcom. Instead Of Being The A/v Dweeb About To Ask The Head Cheerleader To The Prom, I Was The Finished-second-place Werewolf About To Ask The Vampire's Wife To Shack Up And Procreate. Nice. - Jacob