In Light there is Dark, and in Dark there is Light.

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

I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.

It wasn't that she was different from all the other girls at Jackson. That was obvious. It was that she made me realize how much I was just like the rest of them, even if I wanted to pretend I wasn't.

And have her back by midnight. " "Is that some powerful Caster hour?" "No. It's her curfew.

There was a curse. There was a girl. And in the end, there was a grave. I never even saw it coming.

I'll drive like my grandma. I'll drive like your grandma." "You wouldn't say that if you knew my gramma.