Why couldn't you turn into a fireball when we were on the same team!
There is a crucifix, a few cloves of garlic, a wooden stake, a hammer, a blob of Silly Putty, and a pocketknife. “You do realize these people aren’t vampires, right?†I say when Sam walks back in. “Yeah, but you never know. They’re probably crazy, like you said.†“And even if we were hunting vampires, what the hell is the Silly Putty for?†He shrugs. “Just want to be prepared.
You kick ass Sam. And don't forget it
I don't know where you have to go or what you have to do, but I'll wait for you, John. Every bit of my heart belongs to you, whether you ask for it or not.
My experiences have taught me that things rarely improve with a simple change of scenery.
My heart is breaking," she says. "I want to be strong for you right now but the thought of you leaving is killing me inside.
Images flicker, each one bringing its own sorrow or its own smile. Sometimes both. At the very worst, an impenetrable and sightless black and at best, a happiness so bright that it hurts the eyes to see, coming and going on some unseen projector perpetually turned by an invisible hand. One, then another. The hollow click of the shutter. Now stop. Freeze this frame. Pluck it down and hold it close and be damned by what you see. Henri always said: the price of a memory is the memory if the sorrow it brings.
The only limits for tomorrow are the doubts we have today.
I smile at her. "You're an angel." "Nah," she says. "I'm just a girl crazy in love.
Never lose faith in yourself, and never lose hope; remember, even when this world throws its worst and then turns its back, there is still always hope.