“If you're reading this, I'm either a wolf for good, or you're Ulrik and you should get the hell out of my stuff.”

“look, getting bitten doesn't make you into a monster. It just makes you a wolf. You are what you are. When you're a wolf, or when you're shifting, you don't have human inhibitions, so if you're naturally angry or violent, you get worse.”

“It's like thinking you're going to heaven, but when you get there it turns out to be Cleveland.”

“It's okay," Puck says. She has a quick way of hiding her disappointment. If you're not looking for it, she's put it away somewhere before you know it was there. "You're busy." "No," I tell her. "No, I'll think about it. I'm not sure if I can get away." I don't know wheat I'm thinking. I cannot find the time to get away. I'm not a good dinner companion. But it's hard to think of that. Instead I'm wishing that I'd spoken sooner, before I'd seen her disappointment.”

“You look like a puppy. Like I'm jingling my keys and you're jumping by the door waiting for your walk""Woof.”

“You're not that girl,' Cole said, sounding tired. 'Trust me, I've seen enough of them to know. Look. Don't cry. You're not that girl either.' 'Oh yeah? What girl am I?''I'll let you know when I figure it out. Just don't cry.”

“You're not going to die," I told her, lifting my head to look at her. "I'm not done writing songs about you yet.”