“She thought it must be a lonely life for a boy who hated books.”

“It must be some book," she said as she knelt down next to the bed..."Did that boy give it to you?" She asked out of nowhere. "By 'it' do you mean herpes?" "You are too much," Mom said, "The book, Hazel. I mean the book.”

“The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.”

“She hated people who thought too much. At that moment, she struck me as an appropriate representative for almost all mankind.”

“Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths. So if you must hate, Arya, hate those who would truly do us harm.”

“Why does everyone think a girl who prefers books to people must be in want of a life?”