Walking to class, Cath couldn’t shake the feeling that she was pretending to be a college student in a coming-of-age movie. The setting was perfect – rolling green lawns, brick buildings, kids everywhere with backpacks. Catch shifted her bag uncomfortably on her back. Look at me – I’m a stock photo of a college student.
I usually am right. It’s just good sense to go through life assuming that I am. It’s the law of averages. Better to assume I’m always right and occasionally be wrong than to fiddle about doubting myself all the time, saying to everyone, “Yes, but what do you think?
He told me we were stars.
People who are jerks don’t get to decide whether they’re jerks. It’s left up to a jury of their peers.
Levi moved his arms around her waist until he was holding her properly. Then he pushed his mouth into her hair. “Read to me, sweetheart.
It’s like talking to the Mad Hatter about tea.
I glance over at him; he still looks like something I want to eat.
I’d eat butter with a spoon if it were acceptable.
This isn’t how prophecies work... This isn’t how stories unfold... Incompletely.
You have too many friends,” she’ll say. “I’m pretty sure that’s not possible. And, anyway, I wouldn’t call them all ‘friends.’” “There are only so many hours in the day, Simon. Two, three people – that’s all any of us have time for.” “There are more people than that in your immediate family, Penny.” “I know. It’s a struggle.
It’s okay that you’re not okay. Whatever you’re feeling is okay.
My arm is a steel band around his waist. “I choose you,” I say. “Simon Snow, I choose you.
Deja, I don’t want October to be over. Because October means you.
No one ever calls me Tyrannus. My mother insisted on it because it’s a family name, but my father hates it.
But I think Simon might be the only person who really loved the Mage. I know he killed him, but he’s probably the person who was saddest to see him go.
Don’t say hello, Simon. Because then we’ll have to say good-bye, and I can’t stand good-byes.
Her dad was wrong about worrying. Cath liked to worry. It made her feel proactive, even when she was totally helpless.
It’s unnecessarily grandiose to use an Open Sesame on the doors, but I do it anyway because I know everyone will be in the dining hall, and I may as well make an entrance.
I’m not sure what we’re doing, to be perfectly honest – but nothing’s on fire anymore. And I feel like maybe we’ve solved something. Even though this is probably just a new problem.
I like your glasses,” he said. “I like your Simon Snow T-shirts. I like that you don’t smile at everyone, because then, when you smile at me... Cather.” He kissed her mouth. “Look at me.” She did. “I choose you over everyone.