Rachel Quotes

So, we wait until tomorrow night, and when you say the word, I cross over and haul you both out. Right? That's it?" "With any luck, yes." Luck? We were depending on luck? Nash is so screwed.

I think we should all earn our place in the world. [...] We owe the world something. We owe the world everything.

A smart woman would have shut up. Did I? Hell no. Intelligence is overrated anyway.

You thought you could figure that out online? Somehow I don't think hellions are much into social networking.

But I'll be fine. I'll be with Tod. He's a good guy, you know." He just hides it under all the sarcasm and curls.

I don't want to wear your dad's clothes. He hates me." "You'd rather wear mine?" Nash scowled.

I love you, Kaylee. More than I've ever loved anyone. More than I will ever love anyone. If I could freeze this moment in time and never have to let you go, I would do it without a second thought.

But my hands are in the right place." "Heart," I corrected. "Your heart's in the right place." "Yeah, but my hands are in an even better place." And so they were.

My shirt got torn in a fight. Yours evidently has a fast-release tab.

Of every moment I've ever not-lived through, this one is the best

Change your mind about playing doctor?" "No, but I hear candy-striper uniforms are pretty cute.

Should I assume the lure is a certain attractive young dead man?

This seems headed into girl-fight territory," Tod said. "Should I make popcorn?

Careful, pot," Tod said. "Someone might notice your resemblance to the kettle.

Sometimes I suspected Ryan was merely visiting the real world, on vacation from his permanent residence in la-la land.

It was an addiction. A pointless, self-destructive addiction. But really, is there any other kind?

Had I just begged for an audience with Death?

I was fine with that. The very idea of Death knowing my name made my skin crawl. Even if this particular Death was only one of many, and almost too pretty to look at.

Is that a joke? Please tell me you're joking. -Sophie I never joke about carnivorous bunnies. -Luca

Sneak out." He shrugged, as if that should have been a no-brainer. But that was easy for him to say. He was dead. What else could they do to him, take away his birthday?

Bold. Risky. Dramatic. I approve.

Hey." Tod squeezed my hand to draw me out of my thoughts. "I think death looks good on you.

I can't believe they even bothered filling that faculty position again. They might as well rename the class Defense Against the Dark Arts. I mean, seriously, who would answer an ad for this job?

The dead have a way of becoming saints in the eyes of their survivors.

Unfortunately, what my head wanted and what my heart wanted were two completely different things.

Was I wearing my 'I'm done with my virginity, please get rid of it for me' T-shirt?

Because in most cases, I believe that people deserve a second chance. And because I couldn't have lived with myself if I'd stood by and let them both die souless, when I could have helped.

It's kind of like when a clock battery runs down. The hour and minute hands don't disappear, but they don't keep ticking either. They freeze on the last minute they measured.

There's pressure, but that's true no matter who you are or what you do.

He took both of my hands, twisting to face me more fully on the flattened box beneath us, and again the colors in his irises seemed to pulse with my heartbeat.

I was no suffragette, but I was pretty sure the he-can’t-control-himself defense was a big, stinky load of horseshit.

So, what now? We’re friends?" Yeah. If friends could be in love, but not together. In sync, but out of touch. Willing to die for each other, but unable to trust.

Can we save the live demo for later, please? Bean Sidhe in angst, here.

Oh fine. I'll play nice with the pretty people.

Regret couldn't fix what he's broken. Apologies couldn't bring back what he's lost. What we'd lost.

But I had no plans to end my own life, and accidents couldn't be predicted. Neither could murder, unless my aunt and uncle were planning to take me out themselves.

Kaylee, you're adding two and two and coming up with seven.

When you push someone too far, they will push back and they push hard.

I grabbed another. Aerosmith. Nope, can’t throw classic Aerosmith. I snatched a copy of the Thompson Twins’ greatest hits and chucked it at him.

Then strong, warm arms wrapped around me from behind. "I've got you," Tod whispered in my ear.

Exactly what part of that is supposed to make me feel better?" Though, honestly, hearing that she was jealous of me did make me feel a teeny, tiny bit better.

I’m glad you think so. I’ve always considered my sense of humor to be largely underappreciated, so it’s nice to finally meet a fan.

So, 'reaper' is really just a nice word for 'covert pervert?' Is that what you're saying?

In the end, it only comes down to one thing: choosing the one you can’t live without.

Jace. This can't happen." I closed my eyes, thinking it would be easier to say without him looking back at me. But it wasn't. "This isn't about us. I can't leave Marc.

So could we please not mob the three-thousand-plus-year-old reaper like tweens at a boy-band concert?

And I don't think I want to meet this super-reaper." Nash stuffed his hands in his front pockets. "The garden variety's weird enough.

I should have mixed something stronger than Coke floats.

I could take care of that obstacle for her - I'd tear down anything standing between us - but I couldn't destroy what I couldn't even see.

Well that's too bad, because this is an assassination." "No, this is an execution." "The difference would be...?" "Assassination is murder. Execution is justice.