Kami Garcia

We both loved her. And you couldn't control who you loved, even if you wanted to.

But when you__e in love, you__e not in control of what you think or say or do. And there is nothing I love more than control, and nothing I love less than not having it. So you tell me __hat is a person like me supposed to do with a feeling like that?

The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.

I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.

The right thing and the easy thing are never the same.

Got it. Demon. Death. Doom.

I pushed her shiny blond hair away from her face and leaned down, our faces only inches apart. She inhaled softly, our lips so close I could feel her breath and the scent of her skin, like honeysuckle in springtime. She smelled like sweet tea and old books, like she had always been here.I pulled my fingers through her hair and held it at the back of her neck. Her skin was soft and warm, like a Mortal girl's. There was no electric current, no shocks. We could kiss for as long as we wanted. If we had a fight, there wouldn't be a flood or a hurricane, or even a storm. I wouldn't find her on the ceiling of her bedroom. No windows would shatter. No exams would catch fire.Liv held up her face to be kissed.She wanted me.

The stars look like they're so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can't. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.

Link says if a girl says not to get her a birthday present that means get me a birthday present and make sure it__ jewelry.

It was like being born in Germany after World War II, being from Japan after Pearl Harbor, or America after Hiroshima. History was a bitch sometimes. You couldn't change where you were from. But still, you didn't have to stay there.

Don__ think so. We all make our choices, and those choices have consequences.

There was a choice to be made, and Lena hadn't made it. The songs never lied. At least, they hadn't yet.

I couldn't look at her. I'd been jealous and hurt, and I had dragged Liv into the middle of my own broken mess of a life. All because I thought Lena didn't love me anymore. But I was stupid, and I was wrong. Lena loved me so much, she was willing to risk everything to save me. I had given up on Lena, after she had refused to give up on me. I owed her my life. It was as simple as that.

A little known fact: I read all the time. books were the one thing that got me out of Gatlin, even if it was only for a little while.

I'll never love you anymore than I do, right this second. And I'll never love you any less than Ido, right this second.

every loss, every mistake, was seared into her soul, creating a different kind of tattoo, one made from rage and abandonment, heart break and tears

She didn't say a work, and I gave up trying, because you couldn't hear either one of us over the shattering noise of hearts breaking and the looming shadow of the last word, the one we refused to say.

I had never been this mad at her before. It was one thing to be attacked by someone you hated, but this was something else. This was the kind of hurt that could only be inflicted by someone you loved, who you thought loved you. It was sort of like being stabbed from the inside out.