You're mortal, and only a mortal can afford to be romantic. When we conquered death, we murdered love.

It isn't up to me to break his heart; that's time's job.

It's hard to plan for what comes next when what comes next is not something you planned for.

Do you know how to tell who the enemy is, Cassie?

A man lies upon the floor, spreads his arms, and transforms himself into a ship of a thousand sails.

We'd stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You'd think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn't.

To hell with monsters and to hell with men. There is no difference to me.