37 Quotes About Baz-pitch

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.

It's always fire with Baz. I can't believe he hasn't incinerated me yet. Or burned me at the stake.

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.

Simon catches up with me and traps me against the car. He’s kissing me before I see it coming, bending me back over the boot. “You were amazing,” he says, taking a breath. “You didn’t even need a wand.

It’s Baz they’re checking out, not me. He’s got to be scared, or at least nervous, but he doesn’t look it. I swear he gets less ruffled the more that he’s threatened. (When I’m the one threatening him, that’s infuriating. But it’s kind of cool now.)

A month ago, I would have walked to the sofa and touched his shoulder. Three months ago, I would have dropped a kiss on his cheek. Last September, when he and Bunce first moved into this flat, I would have had to pull my mouth away from his to ask the question, and he might not have let me finish.

Simon's beautiful in battle: He never stops. You never see him plan his next move. He doesn't plan, he just moves.

I tought I looked cool behind the wheel, I wasn't prepared for Baz. I wouldn't be able to look away from him, if there wasn't so much else to take in.