The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.

The mortal world is in a state of Beautiful Chaos and destruction, which will ultimately lead to an exquisite end.

At least no one's trying to kill anyone. Give them about fifteen minutes

- L, did you know we’re reenacting the Salem witch trials in English tomorrow? - Haven’t been memorizing your case file? Do you even look in your backpack anymore? - Did you know my dad is videotaping it? I do. Because I walked in on his lunch date with Mrs. English. - Ewww. - What should we do? - I guess we should start calling her Ms. English? - Not funny, L.

It was unbelievable. She was standing there, staring at him like he was a real rock star.

I guess that’s the thing about a hero’s journey. You might not start out a hero, and you might not even come back that way. But you change, which is the same as everything changing. The journey changes you, whether or not you know it, and whether or not you want it to.

Kind of like love before first sight.” and “Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.