Ethan: I love you, I whispered in her ear. She held my face in her hands and leaned back so she could look at me. Lena: I don't think I could ever love anything the way I love you.

I don't want ta hear that kinda dirty talk comin' from you." "What, fanny? Fanny fanny fanny!

My life had taken a stranger turn than I could've ever imagined. What was I doing on this path? Where was I headed really? Who was I to take on a battle between powers I didn't understand— armed with a runaway cat, a uniquely bad drummer, a pair of garden shears, and an Ovaltine-drinking teen Galileo? To save a girl who didn't want to be saved?

You couldn't take two roads. And once you were on one, there was no going back.

I said it, just like that. No stupid jokes, no changing the subject. For once, I wasn't embarrassed, because it was the truth. I had fallen. I think I had always been falling. And she might as well know, if she didn't already, because there was no going back now. Not for me.

I watched the way they looked at each other. Any idiot could see they were in love, even if they were the only two idiots who couldn't.

These are the kinds of things a guy thinks about when he visits his own grave.