You know, when someone prefers their own brother over you, it isn't a confidence booster.

We are not our parents, Gabriel. We do not have to carry the burden of their choices or their sins.

It sucked to be old enough to want to know what was going on, but so young you were always dismissed.

[...] He tasted like snowflakes and wine, like winter and Will and London.

You're gorgeous," she said. Her hands slid around to flatten themselves against his chest. "You know that right?" "And I just don't care," she says "Isabelle, I don't think-Wait, What?

Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-climbing powers; we get Aquatruck.

That was the justice of Heaven. I trust that you are not dismayed.