and the look they exchanged could have melted miles of northern ice.

Greed is your god, Kaz."He almost laughed at that. "No, Inej. Greed bows to me. It is my servant and my lever.

The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.

And what god do you serve, then?”“Whichever will grant me good fortune.” “I don’t think gods work that way.” “I don’t think I care.

Close your eyes!""You can't kiss me from down there, Wylan." "Just do it!

I need someone who can be invisible, who can become a ghost. Do you think you can do that?"I'm already a ghost, she thought. I died in the hold of a slaver ship."i think so.

Van Eck raised a brow. "How old are you, girl? Sixteen? Seventeen? Nations rise and fall. Markets are made and unmade. When power shifts, someone always suffers.

Nina, you taught me to be something better. They could be taught, too.

They fear as I once feared you, ” he said. “As you once feared me. We are all someone’s monster, Nina

She knew she should say something profound, something beautiful in response. Instead, she spoke the truth. "If we make it out of here alive, I'm going to kiss you unconscious.

Survival wasn't nearly as hard as he'd thought once he left decency behind.

Old men are fond of giving good advice to console themselves for being no longer in a position to give bad examples.

I went and got a tire tool out of my truck, and straightened him out as cold as a block of ice. It was an attitude adjustment, and it'll work every time.

I think one's musical life should be free and open to new experience in order to keep expanding your mind and horizons.

Money is nothing more than a tool. It can be a force for good, a force for evil, or simply idle.

I enjoy writing rhymes and sitting alone in a room listening to beats. It's pretty amazing.

When we are overly concerned with what people think we will be controlled by the thoughts and opinions of other people.

The relation between life and literature - a final antimony - is one of mutual plagiarism.

He who throws away a friend is as bad as he who throws away his life.

If Radiohead were a fruit we would be apples, because apples are festive

An element of exaggeration clings to the popular judgment: great vices are made greater, great virtues greater also; interesting incidents are made more interesting, softer legends more soft.