I figured even the most jaded and cynical inhabitant might report a bloody girl in a party dress carrying a severed head by its hair.

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

life separates us as the wind separetes the Dandelion flower petals

All through the nineties I met people. Crowds of people. Met and met and met, until it seemed that people were born and hastily grew up, just to be met.

I hate the cursed Oriole fundamentals... I've been doing them since 1964. I do them in my sleep. I hate spring training.

The very act of questioning whether you exist proves you do, because you must be there for the doubt to be entertained in the first place.

I have a problem sometimes with being too hyper.

-I'm trying to make myself invisible. -That's an odd thing to attempt.

I dreamed of being very attracted to my future husband, and I'm extremely attracted to him. I dreamed of having lots of fun together and being able to be goofy and be accepted, that's all there.

You know when I say that things happen in matches? Well, it just happened there.

You can't out-perform your self-image.