Oh for god's sake. I'll just carry you.

I have a theory that selflessness and bravery aren't all that different.

she’s not pretty, that word is too small. She is not like the girls I used to stare at, all bend and curve and softness. She is small but strong, and her bright eyes demand attention. Looking at her is like waking up.

Human reason can excuse any evil.

He moves his thumb in a slow circle over the back of my hand. It is meant to comfort me, but it frustrates me instead. I need to talk to him. I need to look at him.

Trust me when I tell you, Eaton boy, that resisting is worth doing.

Did you just call me BEATRICE?