“Mr. Lightwood," she said, raising herself up on her elbows. "Are those scones under your bed?”

“What's going on?" I sat down on the bed and finished the last of the scone."Bad things," she said mischievously. "You'll approve.”

“What's your name?" she asked.He laughed. "Nev."She sat up suddenly, bracing her elbows on the bed. "Short for Neville?"It was the world's dorkiest name. Nearly as bad as Rupert. "I never thought I'd be penetrated by a Neville." she said wonderingly. "Maybe a Colin, or a Simon but -""Shut up.”

“Adrian had always found it amusing that a guy could be drilling Stacia up her ass while she considered herself to be a virgin. Her intent had been to present herself as such when she found "Mr. Right.”

“Willfulness, such as yours, is exactly what a girl needs to raise herself up to do something useful with her life.”

“...joy was something she willed herself to show us, something she raised from deep inside herself as a promise for what could be. Now her life seemed to have opened up into it as if it had been waiting for her. (215)”