Marvelous, she said. Tell me about this tapestry.Arachne’s lips curled over her mandibles. Why do you care? You're about to die.Well, yes, Annabeth said. But the way you captured the light is amazing....

Look after my heart - I've left it with you.

Knees suddenly weak, she reached for his forearms to stabilize herself. You came for me.He beamed, looking for all the world like a selfless, daring hero.Don’t sound so surprised. Dropping the cane, h...

I’d thought I knew what beauty was in women; but she’d surpassed all the language I had for it.

It occurred to us that she and the girls read secret signs of misery in cloud formations, that despite the discrepancies in their ages something timeless communicated itself between them, as though sh...

In our family, you don't get a childhood. We're too busy trying to dominate the world.

In [, Mark Twain] proves to his own grim satisfaction, and to mine as well, that Satan and not God created the planet earth and the damned human race. If you doubt that, read your morning paper. Never...

I've long been a fan of Hi-Chew, the Japanese fruit chews, for their resilient texture and uncannily accurate fruit flavors: sour cherry, apple, grape, pickled plum, and especially mango, which is clo...

I'm not ill like that, she groaned. He sat on her bed, peeling back the blanket. A servant entered, frowning at the mess on the floor, and shouted for help.Then it what way?I,uh... Her face was so hot...

I was confused by this sudden glare of attention; it was as if the characters in a favorite painting, absorbed in their own concerns, had looked up out of the canvas and spoken to me.

I want you, and I want you forever. One lifetime is simply not enough for me.

I trust you to find the good in me, but the bad Imust be sure you don't overlook.-Char to Ella

I should've blown more stuff up. -Coach Gleeson Hedge

I love the smell of old books, Mandy sighed, inhaling deeply with the book pressed against her face. The yellow pages smelled of wood and paper mills and mothballs.

I feel my hand. I am these two beasts struggling at the end of my arms. My hand scratches one of its paws with the nail of the other paw; I feel its weight on the table which is not me. It's long, lon...

I don't hate you, Jace.I don't hate you, either.She looked up at him, relieved. I'm glad to hear that—I wish I could hate you, he said. His voice was light, his mouth curved in an unconcerned half smi...

I don't believe fine young ladies enjoy themselves a bit more than we do, in spite of our burned hair, old gowns, one glove apiece, and tight slippers that sprain our ankles when we are silly enough t...

I believe that there is one story in the world, and only one, that has frightened and inspired us, so that we live in a Pearl White serial of continuing thought and wonder. Humans are caught - in thei...

Historical determinism is a recipe for political quietism.

Her tragedy hadn't made her more approachable, and in fact lent her the unknowable quality of a person who had suffered more than could be expressed.