It's starting to sink in," Corny said. "I can almost look at you without wanting to bang my head against the wall.

Flattery will get you everywhere," Sam says, "Except, apparently, off a roof.

She sat in the dew-damp grass and ripped up clumps of it, tossing them in the air and feeling vaguely guilty about it. Some gnome ought to pop out of the tree and scold her for torturing the lawn.

Our tragedy is that we forget it might be someone else first.

You're not the way everyone says you are," Kaye said, looking at him so fiercely that he couldn't meet her gaze. "I know you're not." "You know nothing of me," he said. He wanted to punish her for the trust he saw on her face, to raze it from her now so that he would be spared the sight of her when that trust was betrayed. He wanted to tell her he found her impossibly alluring, at least half enchanted, body bruised and scratched, utterly unaware she would not live past dawn. He wondered what she would say in the face of that.

Once, there was a girl who vowed she would save everyone in the world, but forgot herself.

I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don't know how to be this kind of villain.