“We're gonna be late for English, and I gotta take these pantyhose off on the way. I'm gettin' a serious wedgie.”

“I get it," said Link. "Even if it wrecks everything, even if you know you're gonna get busted, sometimes you gotta do it anyway." "Something like that.”

“Aw, come on. I barely speak English, unless we're talking about the Lowcountry kind.”

“What am I doing here? The Southern Star has vanished, a Cataclyst is calling the moon out of time at the mythical Great Barrier, and you're asking what I'm doing here? Are you serious?”

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

“- L, did you know we’re reenacting the Salem witch trials in Englishtomorrow?- Haven’t been memorizing your case file? Do you even look in yourbackpack anymore?- Did you know my dad is videotaping it? I do. Because I walked in on his lunch date with Mrs. English.- Ewww.- What should we do?- I guess we should start calling her Ms. English?- Not funny, L.”

“The ways I could hurt her and hurt myself. Those two things were intertwined somehow. It's hard to explain, but when you were as closed off as I was the past few months, opening felt as wrong as stripping naked in church.”