...Come home, Bod.' ‘I think . . . I said things to Silas. He’ll be angry.’ ‘If he didn’t care about you, you couldn’t upset him,’ was all she said.

(...) well, there's a girl I used to know, and I wasn't sure if I should find her and talk to her or if I should just forget about it.(...)Oh! You must go to her and implore her. You must call her your Terpsichore, your Echo, your Clytemnestra. You must write poems for her, mighty odes - I shall help you write them - and thus - and only thus - shall you win your true love's heart.

Sharper than a serpent's tooth is a daughter's ingratitude. Still, the proudest spirits can be broken, with love.

He wondered how it could have taken him so long to realize how much he cared for her, and he told her so, and she called him an idiot, and he declared that it was the finest thing that ever a man has been called.

I loved that place as if it was a part of me, and perhaps, in some ways, it was.

He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.

You don’t need princes to save you. I don’t have a lot of patience for stories in which women are rescued by men.

You are young, and in love," said Primus. "Every young man in your position is the most miserable young man who ever lived.

I really don't know what 'I love you' means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.