Twelfth Grade Kills Quotes

“Mulling this over, Vlad wiped her lip gloss from his lips with the back of his hand.Vampires, after all, didn't sparkle.”
― Heather Brewer , Twelfth Grade Kills

“Funny how mishearing things-or not hearing them at all-can really screw things up”
― Heather Brewer, Twelfth Grade Kills

“A label doesn't make something so. A label is just a word. It's what a person does that makes them who they are”
― Heather Brewer, Twelfth Grade Kills

“She raised a sharp eyebrow at him. "Vlad, no offense, but look at you. If you're not a vampire, you're clearly the most anemic goth I've ever seen."... "We believed you. Because that's what friends do."
pg267 October to Vlad”
― Heather Brewer, Twelfth Grade Kills

“Wrong. Enemies don't fight with such determined passion. That kind of focus is reserved for friends at odds with one another."
pg 69 Tomas to Vlad”
― Heather Brewer, Twelfth Grade Kills

“Live and everyone would die. Die and everyone would live. It seemed like such a simple choice. But nothing is ever as simple as it seems.”
― Heather Brewer, Twelfth Grade Kills

“Henry held up his taco- formerly Vlad's- and grinned. " Little known fact, gentlemen. Tacos are the food of genius."
pg248 Henry to Vlad & Joss”
― Heather Brewer, Twelfth Grade Kills

“They'll torture you for months before killing you if you run" Otis shrugged, as if this was an everyday occurrence.”
― Heather Brewer, Twelfth Grade Kills

“A label doesn’t make something so. A label is just a word. It’s what a person does that makes them who they are.”
― Heather Brewer, Twelfth Grade Kills

“I hate the idea of losing you again. But what’s worse is that I hate you for being gone in the first place. I hate you for not telling me where you were and that you were okay. I hate you for endangering my life, Nelly’s life, and Otis’s life with your lies. And I hate you for letting Mom die, for not protecting her. I hate you.” Vlad crossed the room and gripped the doorknob. It was only then that he realized that his hands were shaking. Before stepping out the door, he whispered, because it was all he could bear to do. “But the worst part is that I hate myself for hating you.”
― Heather Brewer, Twelfth Grade Kills