Claudia Gray

That was how evil magnified itself: it took root in the young and grew along with them.

You should go." "I can't." "Because you want to stare at the monster?" Alec's green eyes blaze, but with a wholly human fire now. "Or because you pity me?" I couldn't guess which possibility he loathes more. I fold my arms. "I can't leave because the door's locked. Believe me, I would've gone hours ago if I could have." "Oh. Of course." Then he looks so abashed--so boyish, and so handsome--that I almost want to laugh.

You always apologize for things you don't know. You should stop.

Don't you think you ought to at least think about getting yourself to your ultimate? Because, trust me, nobody else is going to get you there.

Before you get in trouble, it pays to ask yourself how you'll get out again.

Answer suffering with kindness.

My hate is stronger than the dimensions, stronger than memory, stronger than time. My hate is now the truest part of who I am.

But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but you grow accustomed to the weight as you carry it on.

Now I know that grief is a whetstone that sharpens all your love, all your happiest memories, into blades that tear you apart from within.

We can't begin to learn until we admit how much we don't know.

Every form of art is another way of seeing the world. Another perspective, another window. And science __hat__ the most spectacular window of all. You can see the entire universe from there.

I meant it when I said I didn__ believe in love at first sight. It takes time to really, truly fall for someone. Yet I believe in a moment. A moment when you glimpse the truth within someone, and they glimpse the truth within you. In that moment, you don__ belong to yourself any longer, not completely. Part of you belongs to him; part of him belongs to you. After that, you can__ take it back, no matter how much you want to, no matter how hard you try.

Ester would tell her to dance faster, leap higher, to laugh out loud with all the breath in lungs. That__ what the dead would tell the living, if they could__o grab hold of joy whenever it comes.

You__e going to tell me that last night shouldn__ have happened.__o. I__ glad it happened. For too long, I__e been telling myself that I could spend all this time with yo and flirt with you and not have it mean anything. It does mean something. You mean something to me. But I__ not in love with you.

We are this world. Its next generation. If you__e not trying to save us, then what exactly are you trying to save?

The only thing more compelling than love is power.

That's right", she says, wiping tears from her cheeks. "You weren't with me that time I walked in on them doing the deed. Seriously Freudian horror.""You saw your parents at the best," Mom murmurs, before Dad sweeps her into another kiss. "Go ahead," Josie calls. "Mate in public. Tonight we won't even mind. You deserve to break a few decency laws.

Rachmaninoff. The 18th Variation of a Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini.