He's never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.

Don't worry he tells me tenderly. It doesn't matter who you've been, who you are, or who you become. I'm with you every step of the way.

I know just how he feels that it’s come to this. Sometimes, love isn’t enough, even when it’s all you have.

... Where did you go?” “Down below.” “Ugh,” she said. “I’ve heard they’re little better than animals.” Funny. I thought the same thing about most Topsiders I encountered. Tegan touched my hand in silent sympathy, and I set my jaw. ... I stepped forward and pasted on a false smile. We were in her home, after all. The least I could do was be polite. “I’m Deuce, animal from the underground.

It’s what you do that counts, not what you consider doing.

I think people can be trusted to know what makes them unhappy. Maybe we don't always know what we want exactly, but we can usually say what we don't with a fair amount of specificity.

My heart raced. He needs you, I thought. Don't let him down. I couldn't remember ever being so happy... or so scared.