Nobility and self-sacrifice sound wonderful in theory, but now he’s seen how it feels. A dead hero is still dead at the end of the day, and you’re still alone.

I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises.

I don’t like anyone knowing anything about me that I didn’t choose to tell them.

I'm not sick, Deuce. You don't know your own charm." My charm? I hadn't been aware I had any. It must be the dress, I thought.

Dying isn’t like living; it requires no effort at all.

Possessiveness isn’t love. I’m not even sure it qualifies as an emotion.

For peace to take hold, one person must first stop fighting.