Don't fret. We'll just have to find something else you're good at besides killing people.

I had no fear of the stream's perils, and I listened with the greatest contentment to the quiet slap of water on rocks, the running whisper of the current, and the taps and creaks and croaks that rose with the mist around me. Overhead swing the glittering stars, and the bright moon shone down and lit the curling ripples of the water. At no time in my life had I been in greater danger from the elements, and yet if I learned that heaven is such as that night was, I should deem it a joy worth the dying.

Being a writer means crying over the sad parts, even though you already know it’s going to be okay.

That's exactly how I want you to feel. When you finish this book, I want you to be filled with curiosity. I want you to say, “I have to find out what happens next,” and then I want you to head to your nearest library or bookstore to pick up a copy of Wuthering Heights.

Don't fret. We'll just have to find something else you're good at besides killing people.

Forks are absurd, he scoffed. They insult your food. They make it think you're killing it twice.

Em, I am trying to have an important conversation!" shouted Seylin. "I will not change into a cat!