You can think whatever you want, do whatever you want. I'm going to just go on loving you, even if it's hopeless.

My mind... It's who I am. I think I'd rather suffer any other injury in the world than have my mind tampered with.

I guess I just had trouble shaking thatfeeling that I had to take care of everything because no one else could do it right.

It doesn’t matter,” said Adrian, smiling. He rested a hand on my shoulder. “Some things are worth the trouble.

Nothing he said could change what I think of you. I've had my mind made up about you for a long time... and it's all good.

The question was which spell did I make? Which did I have time to make?The answer was eerily simple.I had time to make all of them.

Moroi shied from sunlight, but as I watched the way it illuminated her, I knew without a doubt that humans had been made for the sun.

Everything's about my personal entertainment. The world is my stage. Keep it up- you're becoming a star performer in the show.

I felt the need to clarify we were there for the self defense class, in case he also taught about dog breeding or riding the high seas.

Do you want me to call you Celery Stick instead of Cupcake or Honey-Pie? It just doesn’t inspire the same warm and fuzzy feelings.

He shook his head in mock sympathy. "I tell you, Sage. Sometimes I think I am the one who needs to take out the restraining order on you.

I’m not a warrior or a goddess,” I said at last.Adrian leaned closer. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re both.

I'm guessing whatever 'ways' you have in mind aren't Jill-appropriate either." "Put your books away and I'll show you.

Adrian tipped my face up toward his and kissed me. Like always, the world around me stopped moving. No, the world became Adrian, only Adrian.

Because I’ve got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding."“Why are they all high-calorie foods?