He was standing leaning against the door frame; now he stood up straight. "How should I have kissed you? Is there an other way you like it?

Come with me." "Come with you? To Pandemonium? To the Void? And here I thought that my invitation to summer in New Jersey was the worst I had ever received.

I think the main thing to remember when writing a novel is to stay true to the characters.

For as is often the happenstance with that which is precious and lost, when you find him again, he may well not be quite as you left him.

For a split second longer she stood motionless. Then, somehow, she had caught at the front of his shirt and pulled him toward her. His arms went around her, lifting her almost out of her sandals, and then he was kissing her—or she was kissing him, she wasn’t sure, and it didn’t matter. The feel of his mouth on hers was electric; her hands gripped his arms, pulling him hard against her. The feel of his heart pounding through his shirt made her dizzy with joy. No one else’s heart beat like Jace’s did, or ever could.

If you insist on the chase then you'd better start running 'cause dude, you're in for a marathon

Hmph," she said. "I'd like to see you learn how to manage sitting and standing up straight in stays and petticoats and a dress with a foot's worth of train!" "So would I," said Gideon from across the room.