My dear October, we are bound by an enchanted rose made from the hair of a Duchess, and my blood is covering your hand. You can learn anything you wish to know about me merely by licking you fingers." Tybalt laughed a little. "Yes, you may ask me a question.

You know, addressing my crazy by name doesn’t exactly help me stay sane,” I said. “Nothing can help you stay sane at this point, Mason,” said Becks. “That ship has sailed.

Hysteria takes too much energy to be maintained forever.

Jan built herself an ivory tower to keep the wolves out; she never dreamed they were already inside.

Be good. Be kind to each other. And if there's somebody you love, tell them. The world always needs more love.

Hey!" I turned, crossing my arms and glaring. "I was talking to him!" Tybalt eyed me with amusement, which just made me glare harder. "No, you were inciting him to stab you with a toothpick. Again, the difference is small, but I think it matters.

If we didn't fear the truths we didn't hear, we'd lose the need to fear the ones we did.