Blake hung an arm on my shoulders. “Alone at last.”“I’m right here, ” Logan said.“Maybe you shouldn’t be.

I shot him daggers. Along with swords, scythes, scalpels, shivs, shanks, stilettos, and any other sharp weapon I could think of that began with an “s.

Son of a—Rora?” Blake slid out of the crater he’d just made in the wall. “Crap. What are you doing here?” He saw my wrist. “Handcuffs? I definitely want that story.

Your birth is existence breathing out. Your life is the conversation with a message. Your death is existence breathing in.

If everything were anything, " Chance said softly, "the barriers would break down, and we'd all lose ourselves to chaos. And then there would be no cotton candy.

In any conflict, the crazier party generally wins.

...we were back at home, and I had returned to that reassuring but profoundly unsatisfactory state known as 'being in one's right mind.

I don't always understand my worth.

Friendship is so weird. You just pick a human you've met and you're like, 'Yep, I like this one,' and you just do stuff with them.

Ordinary people have extraordinary love.

Everybody has the right to express what he thinks. That, of course, lets the crackpots in. But if you cannot tell a crackpot when you see one, then you ought to be taken in.

Not to feel one's misfortunes is not human, not to bear them is not manly.

All knowledge is the outgrowth of obedience; everything else is just information.