He looked at his friend, perhaps for the last time, and said what he had always known, from the moment they’d met, when he’d understood that the prince was his brother in soul. “I love you.

When your people are lying dead around you, don't come crying to me...

And he looked lonely enough that she said, 'If you like, you could be my friend'.

Aelin is alive.

There was such glittering darkness in her, an endless rift straight through her core

He'd known, since the moment he figured out who she was, that while Celaena would always pick him, Aelin would not.

She had awoken this morning and slipped the amethyst ring off her finger. It had felt liked a blessed release, a final shadow lifted from her heart.

They had survived, when so many had not. And no one ­else could understand what it was like to bear it, unless they had lost as much.

She should not remember what it was like to be free.

Why bother? Maybe the world’s not worth saving.” She knew he meant it, too. Those lifeless eyes spoke volumes.

She wouldn't ask. Didn't want to know what manner of thing might crawl toward a fire.

If you leave this world without solving the problems for which you were born, then you are a failure.

It was as simply as that. And as complex.

Oh my God, you're such a guy!" "I'm glad you noticed." The glint in his dark eyes was purely wicked.

Help does not only come through financial assistance. There are a lot of ways with which one person can help another person.

I'm really into extreme sports and just having fun.

One of the biggest challenges to medicine is the incorporation of information technology in our practices.

I guess writing is a kind of therapy in the sense that there are things you need to say and you say them, and better out than in.

Political correctness kills discussion.

We sort of quickly realized every rhythm, Opetaia [Foa'i] takes the lead.

The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.