The thing about fate is, are you the master of your fate, or are the stars?
My life had taken a stranger turn than I could've ever imagined. What was I doing on this path? Where was I headed really? Who was I to take on a battle between powers I didn't understand— armed with a runaway cat, a uniquely bad drummer, a pair of garden shears, and an Ovaltine-drinking teen Galileo? To save a girl who didn't want to be saved?
The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.” “Elton John?” “Close. Ernest Hemingway. In his own way, sort of the rock star of his time.
I sat up in bed. My T-shirt was soaking wet. My pillow was wet. My hair was wet. And my room was sticky and humid.
You climbed into my window in the middle of the night. So, either you're some kind of Vampire or some kind of Perv. Which is it?
Lying on the ceiling. Refusing to go to school. Not opening up to me. Climbing water towers. "No, she's all right."
They really hate you, yes they do. They hate everyone, how 'bout you?
There was a curse. There was a girl. And in the end, there was a grave. I never even saw it coming.
There was a choice to be made, and Lena hadn't made it. The songs never lied. At least, they hadn't yet.
I get it," said Link. "Even if it wrecks everything, even if you know you're gonna get busted, sometimes you gotta do it anyway." "Something like that.
When everything seems like its changed…its because things have." Ethan Wate in Beautiful Creatures.
You can read minds, and you didn't tell me?” Link stared at me like he just found out I was the Silver Surfer. He rubbed his head nervously. “Hey, man, all that stuff about Lena? I was yankin’ your chain.” He looked away. “Are you doin’ it now? You're doin’ it, aren't you? Dude, get out of my head.” He backed away from me and into the bookshelf. “I can't read your mind, you idiot.
I pulled Lena's necklace out of my pocket. I let the charms roll around in my palm, but they were tangled and meaningless without her. The necklace was heavier than I imagined, or maybe it was the weight of my conscience.
She leaned into my shoulder. "Maybe you don't have to be a Caster to have power." I pushed her hair behind her ear. "Maybe you just have to fall for one.
I'm afraid. I know L. I don't want you to get hurt. I won't. What if you do. I'll wait for you. Even if I'm dark? Even if you're very very dark.
Kind of like love before first sight.” and “Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.
You know I love a good family feud and I carry a big stick.
We're gonna be late for English, and I gotta take these pantyhose off on the way. I'm gettin' a serious wedgie.
A vegetarian? Are you insane? That's worse than bein' a quarter demon!
Everything in Gatlin was rigged. Why would the carnival games be any different?
When you look up. Do you see the blue sky of what might be? Or the darkness of what will never be? Do you see me?
Are you insinuatin' that my daughter is a liar?" "Oh, no, not at all. I'm saying your daughter is a liar. Surely you can appreciate the difference.
I hadn't fallen through his arms. He was ripped from mine.
Macon, wet from the raindrops for the first time.
Sixteen moons, Sixteen years Sixteen of your deepest fears Sixteen times you dreamed my tears Falling, Falling through the years
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