18 Quotes by Wayward Son

My favourite part of kissing Simon when he’s cold is the way he goes warm in my hands. Like I’m the living campfire. Like I’m the one who lives. I warm him in my arms, and then he warms me in his. He gives it all back to me. I’d give him all that I am. I’d give him all that I was. I’d open up a vein.I’d tie our hearts together, chamber by chamber.

Baz is standing in front of a full-length mirror, wearing—I swear to Merlin—a flowered suit.

Baz is touching me, and it's good. (Touching Baz is always good; it'd be easier if I could just touch him all the time. And kiss him. And not have to be kissed.)

Simon takes my elbow. "Ride with me," he says, looking at the place where his hand is touching my arm. "There are stars.

Penelope Bunce is a fierce magician, I’ve never minded saying it. She’s just escaped from handcuffs and a flaming car. She’s casting spells without her wand in a dead spot. Harry Houdini himself couldn’t top it.

I don't kill predators," he says. "Why not? Fellow feeling?" "They're to important to the ecosystem.

He really does look perfect. Whatever strange look he’s going for—Gothic pop star—it works for him.

So hot,” Simon says. “Got to see you fight without picking a fight with you myself.[...]“I promise to be just as hot later,” I say. “I’ll start fires all the way across the Midwest.

He looks away from me, covering his mouth.“What are you laughing at.”He looks down, but waves his hand at me. “You—your—”I refuse to look down at myself. “My what, Snow?”“Your hair.”I refuse to touch my hair.“You look like that guy, with the wig—” He mimes playing the piano. “Duh, duh, duh, duhhh.”“Beethoven?”“I don’t know his name. With the big wig. There was a film about him.”“Mozart. You’re saying I look like Mozart.”“You’ve got to look, Baz, it’s a scream.