The spell...curled around...like smoke before settling in.Sophie: "Okay, do you guys feel protected?"Archer: "Yes. Also a little violated, but that's neither here nor there.

Whoa, I'm your girlfriend now?" Archer shrugged. "We've tried to kill each other, fought ghouls, and kissed a lot. I'm pretty sure we're married in some cultures.

Um...Mercer? Haven't seen you in nearly a month. I was expecting something like, 'Oh Cross, love of my heart, fire of my loins, how I've longed--

Jackass, jackass on the wall, where's the info on Hex Hall?

Yeah, I was thinking about taking one of those showers where you huddle in the corner fully clothed and cry, " Archer offered.

I'm not sure whether you're confident or delusional, but thanks anyway.

We're going to the Underworld, " Izzy said. She bounced a little as she said it, her eyes bright and her tone implying that "the Underworld" was akin to "Candy Land.

It’ll make you feel better.” "By making me dead?” I asked. “I mean, I’m sure that would make my headache go away, but that’s a heck of a side effect.

Mom smiled and brushed my hair away from my face. “You can call yourself whatever youwant.”“Okay. Sophie Awesome Sparkle-Princess it is.

Okay, fine. But just so you know, following me into hell means you're all definitely the sidekicks.

Leave Dad alone" I told Aislinn. "His Britishness is sort-circuiting.

Give me loveGive me loveGive me peace on earthGive me lightGive me lifeKeep me free from birthGive me hopeHelp me cope, with this heavy loadTrying to, touch and reach you with, heart and soul

Sometimes cheap is inexpensive. Sometimes it's cheap.

The fear of failure is a liability.

Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.

It's like telling Mozart that there are too many notes in an opera. Which one do you want us to take out?

Business before pleasure.

I think the shows are better when I feel like myself.

I'll not! The gents are impressed with the way that I'm dressed. I wouldn't change even one spot.

I can't deal with actors! I can't deal with myself. We're neurotic and miserable... I love doing what I'm doing, but while I'm doing it, I'm miserable.

A person who talks with equal vivacity on every subject, excites no interest in any. Repose is as necessary in conversation as in a picture.