Thanks to you, Gabs, we just figured out a half dozen ways not to rob the Henley.

...there was no such thing as curses. People make and break their own fortunes -they are the masters of their own fate.

Zach,” I said as I lay there “Where did you go? When you were looking for me?” I shifted in his arms, looked into his eyes. “Crazy.” His voice was a whisper against my skin. “I went crazy.

I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have to Kill You

...maybe it's only fitting that relationship that started with a lie would end with one.

Did you hear that? I'm special.

Tell me or I'll yell for Mr. and Mrs. Baxter, and you can find out how bex became bex

You look disappointed to see me, Zach," Macey teased. "Don't you like my jacket?

you're the gallagher girl. figure it out."- zach

I didn't know there were this many math guys," Hale said as they stepped onto the crowded concourse. Kat cleared her throat. "And women," he added. "Math women.

Not knowing you can't do something, is sometimes all it takes to do it.

, the rest of the girls pretended not to notice. That's just what best friends do.

Friendship often ends in love, but love in friendship – never.

Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.

Dare to seize all the opportunities on your paths.

Don't give up! I believe in you all. A person's a person, no matter how small! And you very small persons will not have to die If you make yourselves heard! So come on, now, and TRY!

You can only have a war with another country. You can't have a war with bad temper or a war against paranoids.

Remember when Ronald Reagan was president? We had Bob Hope. We had Johnny Cash. Think about where we are today. We have got President Obama. But we have no hope and we have no cash.

We have a tendency to romanticize independence. Most business literature still views autonomy as a virtue, as though communication, teamwork, and cooperation were lesser values.

I was blessed with a God-given talent and my mother raised me the right way.

Old Americana vintage gangster stuff has a fantastical feel; it feels less dirty in a way. It feels like the opera of crime.