Come on outside when youʹre done,ʺ I told her. ʺItʹs like the barbecue of the damned. Except . . . thereʹs no grill.

I find more peace with you.

..Sage is convinced one extraneous calorie will make her go from super skinny to just regular skinny. Tragedy.

What’s going on?” he demanded. “The usual, old man,” I replied cheerily. “Danger, insane plans... you know, the stuff that runs in our family.

You look too pretty to be useful." "Truer words were never spoken.

You can't," I murmured, swallowing the tears back with great effort. "You can't keep saving me, can't keep trying to. It's too late." "No," he said. His heart was in his eyes, and it was ripping mine apart. "Not for you. Never.

I can be a good friend, or a bad enemy.