Jess

“Do not get yourself arrested, you hear?” she urged. “I am not going to bail your butt out of jail, mister.”
“Now who's goin' all old geezer, huh?” He snorted. “I'm gonna get drunk and pass out on my bed at home. Haven't done that for so long I can't remember.”
“Probably a reason for that, Beck. You're killing brain cells, and you don't have that many to spare.”
― Jana Oliver, Forgiven

“I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“So what did you bring? Lip gloss and a hairbrush?”
Smirking, she unpacked the sandwiches Mort's cook had made for her, along with an ample slice of chocolate cake. “You owe me an apology.”
“Omigod, it's a feast! Okay, you're forgiven.”
― Jana Oliver, Forgiven

“And what about us? Do you want a vampire boyfriend?" He laughed bitterly. "Because I forsee many romantic picnics in our future. You, drinking a virgin piña colada. Me, drinking the blood of a virgin.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes