“Flying or falling, it's up to us.”

“I'm not falling anymore. That's what L says, and she's right.I guess you could say I'm flying. We both are.And I'm pretty sure somewhere up there in the real blue sky and carpenter bee greatness, Amma's flying, too.We all are, depending on how you look at it. Flying or falling, it's up to us.Because the sky isn't really made of blue paint, and there aren't just two kinds of people in this world, the stupid and the stuck. We only think there are. Don't waste your time with either-with anything. It's not worth it.”

“Arelia looked up at Macon. "It's not the house that protects her. It's the boy. I've never seen anything like it. No Caster can come between them.”

“I walked over and picked up one of the jugs. "What's this? Some kind of Caster disinfectant?"Lena took it out of my hand and lined it up with the others. "Yeah, it's called bleach.”

“In the wake of my talk with Earl, we had come to a mutual understanding about Lena, the only kind guys ever come to. Meaning, I hadn’t brought it up, and they hadn’t brought it up, and between us, we somehow all agreed to go on like this indefinitely. Don’t ask, don’t tell.”

“falling not flyingone lost muddy shoelike the lost worlds between me and you”

“One day you're gonna pick a hole in the sky and the universe is gonna fall right through.”