When you traffic in monsters, that's the risk you run, that you'll find one too monstrous to stomach.

No, Elenore's something else. You're beautiful. Especially when you look at me with that 'boy he's a condescending asshole' expression....Yea. Beautiful.

at last no one decided And no one knocked And no one jumped up And no one opened And there stood no one And no one entered And no one said: welcome And no one answered: at last

The guitar," I said, "will only obey its master." "Yeah," Cole agreed, "but Grace isn't here." He grinned at me slyly.

What are you wishing for?' Grace interrupted. 'To kiss you,' I said to her.

That," he said, "is so not the point of this conversation.

I am not a huge fan of the one-sided pining romances where the guy is a perfect love-object because we don't see inside his head.