She couldn’t have been more than twelve years old. In her hands was a sign that said RED-HEADS RULE! with a little crown painted in the corner and tiny stars everywhere. I knew I was the only redhead in the competition, and I noticed that her hair and mine were very nearly the same shade.

I'm sure you would have stopped it if you could have." "In a heartbeat.

I'd spare your tears for the rest of your life if I could.

They'll kill you for doing this," I breathed in a brief moment when his lips traveled to my neck. "If I don't I'll die anyways.

You’re too beautiful for your own good. Once you leave, we’ll have to send some of the guards with you. You’ll never survive on your own, poor thing.

The Angeles air was quiet, and for a while I laid still, listening to the sound of Maxon breathing.

Sometimes I feel like we're a knot, too tangled to be taken apart.