She looked up at him with a smile. The smile broke what was left of his resistance--shattered it. He had let the walls down when he'd thought she was gone, and there was no time to build them back up.

I think you are very selfless.

"Simon,” said a voice at his shoulder, and he turned to see Izzy, her face a pale smudge between dark hair and dark cloak, looking at him, her expression half-angry, half-sad. “I guess this is the part where we say good-bye?

Our souls are knit. We are one person, James.

When somebody tells you there's something wrong with your book they're almost always right, when they tell you how to fix it they're almost always wrong.

You said I am a good man," he said. "But I am not that good a man. And I am--I am catastrophically in love with you.

Screw the Silent Brothers." "No thanks. There's strong and silent, and then there's just freaky." "Isabelle!