She asked me what type of contraceptive I use. Underwear. Keeping it on prevents pregnancy.

I'm beginning to realize that things don't turn out the way you want them to. And sometimes, when they don't they can turn out just a little bit better.

Balthazar pledged to die defending his royal house of Lumuatere. Finnikin swore to be their protector and guide for as long as he lived. Lucian vowed he would be the light whom they traveled toward in times of need.

I want to be sitting in front of my computer, where you can press a button to block out your junk mail. These two are my junk mail.

The idea that God works in mysterious ways is rubbish. There’s nothing mysterious about his ways. They’re premeditated and slightly conniving, and they place you in an impossible situation.

Causing a riot is what I do best.

How unladylike of you to mention such a thing.