Thanks. Seriously, you must have better things to do with your life than waste it on the hopeless?''I've already learned Parseltongue. What else is there?''Elvish.

Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real.

I was going to kiss him, and I was going to regret it. But at that moment, I couldn't bring myself to care.

What would you do if I kissed you right now?"I stared at his beautiful face and his beautiful mouth and I wanted nothing more than to taste it. "I would kiss you back.

He didn't look like the same person who picked me up this morning. Noah--sarcastic, distant, untouchable Noah--cared. And that made him real.

You could start a fire with the heat between you two.""You're mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.

I hate you, " I muttered.Noah smiled wider. "I know.

You smell good, " he whispered into my neck. He was warm against me. Instinctively, I arched back into him and smiled. "Really?" "Mmm-hmm. Delicious. Like bacon.

Your level of neuroses will only find love in a made-for-TV movie.

You're supposed to say, 'All I want is your happiness. I'll do whatever it takes, even if it means being without you.'""Sorry, " Noah said. "I'm just not that big of a person.

My brother spent a large portion of the agonizingly slow drive to school banging his forehead on the stearing wheel.

Your obstacles are not your end. Please remember that, and try again.

I asked "What do you even do with a chimera?""What wouldn't you do with a chimera?" Jeff asked. "They're like the Swiss Army knife of animals.

The fifth sense is "common sense"- either you have it or you don't.

To me [Christianity] was all nonsense based on that profane compilation of fables called the Bible.

I'm okay with it now that Obama’s in office. I'm kind of trusting of him. But President Ted Cruz? Where this is going would bother me.

We have the most skillful, firecest, and certainly the most ethical ground forces in the world... I'm not saying we have to commit right now, but certainly don't pull it off the table.

The brain is a three pound mass you can hold in your hand that can conceive of a universe a hundred billion light-years across.

Do you suppose the St. Swithin's furnace-man was my one true love? Since I never spoke to him, it seems unlikely, but at least it was a passion unscathed by disappointment.

Once you pledge, don't hedge.

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!