I'm not very good at explaining things," she said. "But I think you have beautiful eyes. I love the gold in them. I love that they're different from my eyes- I see mine all the time and I'm bored with them.

There’s people who do things and people who never do—who say they will someday, but they just don’t. I want to go on a quest. I’ve always wanted to go on a quest. And now that I have one, I’m not backing down from it. I’m not going home until it’s complete.

The first boy I fell in love with didn't know I loved him, but he managed to break my heart anyway.

If she was going to die, she might as well die sarcastic.

You sure you want to cross me?" In that moment she's her father's daughter.

You said you were allowed to lose it,' some part of her reminded herself. 'Not yet, not yet.

You are the best kind of killer, Cassel Sharpe, the kind that never has blood on his hands. The kind that never has to sicken at the sight of what he's done, or come to like it too much.