“You have superpowers.” "I don't have supernerves,” she said, “so don't get on them.”

Yours is... il sent comme lavande." Is that French for 'You stink'?" It means 'lavender'." Huh." She sniffed at her wrist. "I thought I smelled more like a grape Popsicle.

He had even read Pride and Prejudice--although he had thought that many of the heroine's problems would have been solved if someone had simply strangled her mother.

There will never be another woman for me, Alexandra. You are my eternity. -Michael

Come with me. It's so much better than coming alone. (Lucan whispered to Lena)

There is a god. Nothing as tragic and ridiculous as this world could have happened by random chance.

No battle was ever won by wholly sane men.