Books may well be the only true magic.

Holding a tear back makes them drain upward, higher and higher, until one day your head just explodes and you're left with a stub of a neck and nothing more.

You are only worthy of what you prove yourself to be.

She can feel his blood, just beneath his skin; when he breathes, the air fills with smoke. He's like a dragon, ancient and fearless.

I know who you are in your heart,' Andres said. 'That's all that matters.' And that was it. That was the moment. Now I knew how I would feel if I ever lost him. That was how you knew love. My mother had told me that. All you had to do was imagine your life without the other person, and if the thought alone made you shiver, then you knew.

Just because something is unspoken doesn't mean that it disappears.

Trouble is just like love, after all; it comes in unannounced and takes over before you've had a chance to reconsider, or even to think.