I don’t understand hate. I’ve seen its power. I’ve known its wrath. I’ve even felt it coursing through my veins, pushing me on. But I don’t know where it comes from or why it lasts, how it can take hold in some people and grow.

Cammie: I never knew there were this many stars. Zach: I can't see them. I just see you.

Pretend and it will be true.

Easy there," Zach said when I stumbled into him. "Now's probably not the time to get handsy. You might want to control yourself.

Oh.' I shot upright. 'I was in Mongolia.' Note to self: learn to be a less extreme liar.

Don't let two men fall in love with you, girls. It's not the sort of thing that ends well." -Uncle Charles

Even the best thief in the world can't steal time.