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

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

Was it really so far-fetched to think that words had a way of shaping a person's whole life?

DEMON MATH What is JUST in a world you've ripped in two as if there could be a half for me a half for you what is FAIR when there is nothing left to share what is YOURS when your pain is mine to bear this sad math is mine this mad path is mine subtract they say don't cry back to the desk try forget addition multiply and i reply this is why remainders hate division.

The thing about fate is, are you the master of your fate, or are the stars?

I watched for her hair to curl, the telltale Caster breeze. It didn't move. This wasn't Caster magic she was working. It was another kind altogether. She couldn't charm her way out from under Macon's watch. She would have to resort to older magic, stronger magic, the kind that had worked best on Macon from the time she first moved to Ravenwood. Plain old love.

Yeah, right. The things that I'm afraid of? You wouldn't even believe." "You're afraid to trust me.