Sometimes, when you don't ask questions, it's not because you are afraid that someone will lie to your face. It's because you're afraid they'll tell you the truth.

I’d much rather pretend I’m somewhere else, and any time I open the pages of a book, that happens.

I think there are two different oceans - the one that plays with you in the summer, and the one that gets so mad in the winter.

So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.

Things break all the time. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Promises break. Hearts break.

There was no black or white. Someone who had been good her entire life could, in fact, do something evil. People were just as capable of committing murder, under the right circumstances, as any monster.

How could you beat an enemy you couldn't see?