I can't wait to tell him one day," she says with a giggle. "'Hey, Chaz, guess what? We knew where your precious car was all the time.' I'd like to take a photo of his face. What do you think?" "I reckon I'd smile really nicely in the photo," Santangelo says behind me, yanking me out of the way, "knowing that you'll be keeping it under your pillow for the rest of your life.

Someone had to be blamed. Someone had to die. (...) What you can't understand, you destroy.

You can't think for other people. Nor can you feel for them or be them. They have to do that for themselves.

He just watched the way Finnikin’s hands rested on Evanjalin’s neck and he rubbed his thumb along her jaw and the way his tongue seemed to disappear inside her mouth as if he needed a part of her to breathe himself.

Never underestimate the value of knowing another's language. It can be far more powerful than swords and arrows.

I want to tell him that deep down each time Hannah looked at him she was grateful it was him because Jude did something that the others didn't. He came back for her.

What do you want from me?" he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.