Kami Garcia

Wait, I got it. We, uh, won the battle and lost the war, or was it the other way around? 'Cause around here, it's hard to tell sometimes.

Are you insinuatin' that my daughter is a liar?""Oh, no, not at all. I'm saying your daughter is a liar. Surely you can appreciate the difference.

You're so full of crap, you could pass for a toilet.

Because saving the people you love isn't stupid. It isn't even a choice

We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends.

Books?" Ridley looked disgusted. "Carry?

Hey, Ethan.""Yeah?""Remember the Twinkie on the bus? The one I gave you in second grade, the day we met?""The one you found on the floor and gave me without telling me? Nice."He grinned and shot the ball. "It never really fell on the floor. I made that part up.

It was unbelievable. She was standing there, staring at him like he was a real rock star.

They really hate you, yes they do. They hate everyone, how 'bout you?

The guy thought he was Mick Jagger. I felt bad for him.

I'll drive like my grandma. I'll drive like your grandma.""You wouldn't say that if you knew my gramma.

It__ funny how you can live somewhere your whole life, but not really see it.

Teenagers. Everything is so apocalyptic.

Sometimes I didn__ think the world was worth it.Saving.Sometimes I didn__ think I was worth it either.

I tried desperately not to think about her eyes, about the way they lit up when she saw me. Or her hands, the way she waved them in the air as she talked, as if she thought she could pull words out of the sky with her fingers. And her arms, wrapping around me like my own house, because she was the place where I was from.

It wasn't about how she looked, which was pretty, even though she was always wearing the wrong clothes and those beat-up sneakers. It wasn't about what she said in class--usually something no one else would've thought of, and if they had, something they wouldn't have dared to say. It wasn't that she was different from all the other girls at Jackson. That was obvious. It was that she made me realize how much I was just like the rest of them, even if I wanted to pretend I wasn't.

You're incredibly, absolutely, extremely, supremely, unbelievably different.

Hey Rid?"She stopped and turned to look at him, almost ruefully. Like she couldn't help what she was any more then a shark could help being a shark, but if she could..."Yeah, Shrinky Dink?""You're not all bad."She looked right at him and almost smiled. "You know what they say. Maybe I'm just drawn that way.