"Are you okay?" she heard someone - Levi? - ask "Hey... are you crying?"Cath ran her fingers along the cover, over the raised gold type.Then someone else ran right into her, pushing the book into Cath's chest. Pushing two books into her chest. Cath looked up just as Wren threw an arm around her."They're both crying," Cath heard Reagan say. "I can't even watch."Cath freed an arm to wrap around her sister. "I can't believe it's really over," she whispered.Wren held her tight and shook her head. She really was crying, too. "Don't be so melodramatic, Cath," Wren laughed hoarsely. "It's never over... It's Simon."

"He had never looked at me before, never, and the idea made my skin burn."

"What would it be like to hold a different girl?"

"With 'Attachments,' my goal was to write a really good romantic comedy. I wanted the reader to be smiling throughout."

"She was pretty sure Seth had practiced all his facial expressions and gestures in front of a mirror, and worked out which ones made him look like a cross between an Abercrombie model and a kitten."

"You don't have any friends, your sister dumped you, you're a freak eater..and you've got some weird thing about Simon Snow.""I object to every single thing you just said."Reagan chewed. And frowned. She was wearing dark red lipstick."I have lots of friends," Cath said."I never see them.""I just got here. Most of my friends went to other schools. Or they're online.""Internet friends don't count.""Why not?"Reagan shrugged disdainfully."And I don't have a weird thing with Simon Snow," Cath said. "I'm just really active in the fandom.""What the fuck is 'the fandom'?"

"She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. "Cather..." Back up to his eyes."You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?"

"You don't get to choose," Lincoln said. "It's just happening."

"You think that holding someone hard will bring them closer. You think that you can hold them so hard that you'll still feel them, embossed on you, when you pull away.Every time Eleanor pulled away from Park, she felt the gasping loss of him."

"I let myself slip away... Just to stay sane. Just to get through it. And when I felt myself slipping too far, I held on to the one thing I'm always sure of - Blue eyes. Bronze curls. The fact that Simon Snow is the most powerful magician alive. That nothing can hurt him, not even me. That Simon Snow is alive. And I'm hopelessly in love with him."

"He was hers. To have and hold. Not forever, maybe--not forever, for sure--and not figuratively. But literally. And now. Now, he was hers. And he wanted her to touch him. He was like a cat who pushes its head under your hands."

"Parfois, écrire se rapproche de la chute libre : vos doigts s'agitent sur le clavier comme vos jambes dans le vide."

"Your mother was a hero. She developed a spell for gnomeatic fever. And she was the youngest headmaster in Watford history.Baz is looking at Penny like they've never met."And, Penny goes on, "she defended your father in three duels before he accepted her proposal."That sounds barbaric, I say."It was traditional, Baz says."It was brilliant, Penny says. "I've read the minutes."Where? Baz asks her."We have them in our library at home, she says "My dad loves marriage rites. Any sort of family magic, actually. He and my mother are bound together in five dimensions."

"His eyes were that colour you can't see in the rainbow. Indigo."

"How many people make a career out of writing anyway?' Cath snapped. She felt like everything inside her was snapping. Her nerves. Her temper. Her esophagus. 'I'll write because I love it, the way other people knit or . . . or scrapbook. And I'll find some other way to make money."

"I said that sometimes it's too much.""Well, I want someone who doesn't thinks so. I want someone who's heart is big enough to hold me.""You want someone whose love will fit around your finger."

"Some people count sheep. I self-loathe."

"He'd stopped trying to bring her back. She only came back when she felt like it anyway, in dreams and lies and broken-down déjà vu."

"You don't know when you're twenty-three.You don't know what it really means to crawl into someone else's life and stay there. You can't see all the ways you're going to get tangled, how you're going to bond skin to skin. How the idea of separating will feel in five years, in ten - in fifteen. When Georgie thought about divorce now, she imagined lying side by side with Neal on two operating tables while a team of doctors tried to unthread their vascular systems.She didn't know at twenty-three."

"Eleanor let his words hit her full on."

"Eleanor had never thought about killing herself " ever " but she thought a lot about stopping."

"You think I'm cute?" He said thinkly, pulling on her hand.She was glad he couldn't see her face. "I think you're..."Beautiful. Breathtaking. Like the person in a Greek myth who makes one of the gods stop caring about being a god."

"The world turned itself into a better place around him."

"He got why Eleanor tried so hard to look different. Sort of. It was because she was different - because she wasn't afraid to be."

"This is why I can't be with Levi. Because I'm the kind of girl who fantasizes about being trapped in a library overnight -- and Levi can't even read."

"What do you want from me, Snow?""Nothing," he says. And he means it, the actual bastard."

"I was eleven years old, and I'd lost my mother, and my soul, and the Crucible gave me you. "It made us roommates, he says. I shake my head. "We were always more. "We were enemies."You were the centre of my universe, I say. "Everything else spun around you."

"When I wake up on Sunday Mornings - late, you always let me sleep in - I come looking for you, and you're in the backyard with dirt on your knees and two little girls spinning around you in perfect orbit. And you put their hair in pigtails and you let them wear whatever madness they want, and Alice planted a fruit cocktail tree and Noomi ate a butterfly, and they look like me because they're round and golden, but they glow for you."

"I'm interested. It's like you've got all these weird barriers set up, like you only want me to have access to this tiny part of you."

"You were the sun, and I was crashing into you."

"And there wasn't anything he wanted to do that he couldn't make time for. What did he have to mope about, really? What more did he want? Love, he could hear Eve saying. Purpose. Love. Purpose. Those are the things that you can't plan for. Those are the things that just happen. And what if they don't happen? Do you spend your whole life pining for them? Waiting to be happy?"

"Morirá besando a Simon Snow. Simon Snow morirá besándome."

"Not this in-between thing that Levi had, where his brain could catch the words but couldn't hold on to them."

"I know the world is flat now, I'm not going back."

"I was just cleaning up my own mess, Baz. Like, no one would call you a hero for cleaning up your own vomit."

"There was a necklace inside. A thin silver chain with a small pendant, a silver pansy."

"Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive."

"She told me later that her parents had told her to steer clear of me at school. "My mum said that nobody really knew where you came from. And that you might be dangerous." "Why didn't you listen to her?" I asked. "Because nobody knew where you came from, Simon! And you might be dangerous!" "You have the worst survival instincts." "Also, I felt sorry for you," she said. "You were holding your wand backwards."

"Cath probably should have texted Abel by now, just to tell him that she'd made it - but she wanted to wait until she felt more breezy and nonchalant. You can't take back texts. If you come off all moody and melancholy in a text, it just sits there in your phone, reminding you of what a drag you are."

"Her voice sounded much cooler than she felt. Inside, her internal organs were grinding themselves into nervous pulp. Her intestines were gone. Her kidneys were disintegrating. Her stomach was wringing itself out, yanking on her trachea."

"She knew Neal loved her. Good for him for realizing it wasn't enough to make him happy. That was very mature of him. He was probably saving them both a lot of heartache."

"I love you more than I hate everything else."

"All the men's clothes she wore just called attention to how much of a girl she was."

"Hey, mister, I don't think so. You go outside and yell at sky, you so angry."

"The professor leaned forward. "But there's nothing more profound than creating something out of nothing. Her lovely face turned fierce. "Think about it Cath. That's what makes a god-or a mother. There's nothing more intoxicating than creating something from nothing. Creating something from yourself."

"She finished getting ready with plenty of time to eat breakfast but didn't feel up to braving the dining hall; she still didn't know where it was or how it worked....In new situations, all the trickiest rules are the ones nobody bothers to explain to you. (And the ones you can't Google.) Like, where does the line start? What food can you take? Where are you supposed to stand, then where are you supposed to sit? Where do you go when you're done, why is everyone watching you?... Bah."

"Her take is that I'm just a late bloomer - that I'm taking forever to ruin my life, she's running out of patience."

"There's not such thing as handsome princes, she told herself.There's no such thing as happily ever after.She looked up at Park. Into his golden green eyes.You saved my life, she tried to tell him.Not forever, not for good. Probably just temporarily. But you saved my life, and now I'm yours. The me that's right now is yours. Always."

"I believe that worrying about a bad thing prepares you for it when it comes. If you worry, the bad thing doesn't hit you as hard. You can roll with the punch if you see it coming."

"Maybe I'm some sort of perverted cartoon-sexual."