So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.

And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him.

Say it, ” I gritted out.“The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.

If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldn't stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate my mate my mate.

I was burning through books every day - stories about people and places I'd never heard of. They were perhaps the only thing that kept me from teetering into utter despair.

It had filled my time - given me quiet, steadfast company with those characters, who did not exist and never would, but somehow made me feel less ... alone.

And then things would be fine. Then I'd be fine.

Females and males watched Rhysand throughout the hall—and the shadowsinger and I made a game of betting on who, exactly, would work up the nerve to invite the High Lord home.

I’m thinking it would be very easy to love you. And easier to call you my friend.

The Court of Dreams. The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream.

You do what you love, what you need.

I learned a long time ago that there is something worse than missing the goal, and that's not pulling the trigger.

There are stars out there who would die to have this much exposure.

Strictly speaking, there are no real substitutes for sexual satisfaction

The universe is but one great city, full of beloved ones, divine and human, by nature endeared to each other.

A relationship has to be cultivated. There have to be feelings of love for another first. But then you have to really like the person.

I don't want...to run away by myself... because no matter what...I'd rather be together with everyone.

I can scare myself like a pro.

The thinker makes a great mistake when he asks after cause and effect. They both together make up the indivisible phenomenon.

I'm fascinated with all kinds of religion, but I'm not committed to any specific one.

Well, David Eckstein, like most of us, has 20 digits. Ten fingers. Ten toes.