“Don't go wishing for what you know nothing about.”

“I depended on you....You're older, you're supposed to be my...my archive. That's what sisters do, remember for each other.”

“He had a real mother, and a stepfather named Bart who Martin called Fart but only with his brothers and James”

“He's the meanest one. We call him..Byrd the Turd”

“But if you can get so interested in a conversation with someone you're in love with that you forget about wanting to kiss them, then - well then it looks as if you're safe to go ahead..”

“You don't have a heartbeat," I realized. "Does that bother you?" He asked."No." I thought for a minute. "As long as you can feel things and care about things.""It's a misconception that you need a heart to love," Asher whispered into my hair.”

“What are you doing here?” I asked. I was breathless, not certain any longer if it was my nearly plummeting to my death or his nearness that was making it so hard to draw in air.“Protecting you. What does it look like I’m doing?”