I'd made sure I knew his name. You shouldn't ask people to die for you if you don't at least know their name.

I hate women who complain about being fat when they're like a size 5. Anything under size 5 isn't a woman. It's a boy with breasts.

I wanted to wipe the grin off his face with a fist. I resisted the urge. Who says I have no self-control?

That was the true terror of love, that you could love with your whole heart, your whole soul, and lose both

I hated missing the end of anything. I was always convinced that the bit I'd miss would be the best part.

"I was just offered a contract on your life, for enough money to make it worth my while." It was my turn to be quiet. "Did you take it?" "Would I be calling you if I had?" "Maybe," I said. He laughed. "True, but I'm not going to take it." "Why not?" "Friendship." "Try again," I said. "I figure I'll get to kill more people guarding you. If I take the contract, I only get to kill you." "Comforting."

Only love of a good woman will make a man question every choice, every action. Only love makes a warrior hesitate for fear that his lady will find him cruel. Only love makes a man both the best he will ever be, and the weakest. Sometimes all in the same moment. -Wicked