It's not fair," I said. "It's just so goddamned unfair." "The world," he said, "is not a wishgranting factory.

I hadn’t read a real series like that since I was a kid, and it was exciting to live again in an infinite fiction.

And okay, fair enough, but there is this unwritten contract between author and reader and I think not ending your book kind of violates that contract.

Is the labyrinth living or dying?

People always get used to beauty, though.” “I haven’t gotten used to you just yet,” he answered, smiling. I felt myself blushing. “Thank you for coming to Amsterdam,” he said. “Thank you for letting me hijack your wish,” I said. “Thank you for wearing that dress which is like whoa

I realized during my time as a chaplain that I didn't want to be a minister.

You're awfully philosophical for a girl that just got busted.