It really is a magical word: no. You say whatever bullshit you want and I just say no.

I hate that you can do what you're supposed to do and I can't. I hate that you're going to leave me behind. I hate that everyone calls it growing up, but it seems like . It feels like each one of you...

More and more I feel like the boy who cut off his nose to spite his face.

You don't know what you are.

Love is a noble cause. How can anything done in the service of a noble cause be wrong?

I'm sorry I kissed you - it was selfish and it upset you - but you can't ask me to pretend I didn't want to.

For me the curse is a crutch, but the con is everything.

In her dreams, blood tasted like fizzy strawberry soda. If you drank it too fast, you got brain freeze. When she was older, after she'd licked a cut on her finger, the taste of that became the taste...

It's starting to sink in," Corny said. "I can almost look at you without wanting to bang my head against the wall."

On the way out to the car, Philip turns to me. "How could you be so stupid?" I shrug, stung in spite of myself. "I thought I grew out of it." Philip pulls out his key fob and presses the remote to...

If the Devil created Texas like some folks say he did, this is where he rested on the seventh day.

Octokongs," I pronounced grimly. "Why did it have to be octokongs?

Now that I've got this to keep me safe off the island, I said very quietly, what's to stop me from having Alfred drop you into a cell right this second, and solving my problems myself? I am, Mab said....

Worry is fear in disguise.

Lara {Raith} was gorgeous, brilliant, and sexier than a Swedish bikini team hiking up a mountain of money.

... she bowed just low enough to draw the young man's {Daniel Carpenter} eyes to her décolletage. He flushed and looked away sternly. After a second. Tough to blame the kid. I've been a young man....

That's just a fiction, a little game of protocol.

I rode the dinosaur into the stream of zombies following in the Wardens' wake and let her go to town. Sue chomped and stomped and smacked zombies fifty feet through the air with swinging blows of her...

I, this town. Why does every hideous supernatural thing that happens happen? I'm gone for a few months and. Be right back. Grrrll frrrsl rassle mrrrfl.

Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die. And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die

So you really could die. Your godmother is right, you know. You are mad as a hatter. Nutty as a fruitcake. Crazy like a fox, I said.

I don't have anything against God. Far from it. But I don't understand Him. And I don't trust a lot of the people that go around claiming that they're working in His best interests.

There is, I think, humor here which does not translate well from English into sanity.

You about done? I asked him. I need the table. "What is it with you people?" Butters groused. "For God's sake, these are real injuries here." "There will be more of them than a thousand reluctant...

Give it to them! Take them down! First Aleran! Kick their furry - - Assault formation!

I'm pretty sure lurking in a dark alley to mug me with your apology isn't the usual way to go about saying you're sorry. But I didn't read that Mars - Venus book, so who knows.

Being here? With you? I've met my subconscious, and he's not that sick.

As far as the Council is concerned, the U.S. Wardens are a bunch of mushrooms. Eh? Kept in the dark and fed on bullshit.

My faith protects me. My Kevlar helps.

It's like knowing your way through the forest. You don't keep the whole forest in your mind, but wherever you are, you know where to go next.