“I pick up my journal, mug, and granola bar wrapper, look up to the sky, and curse the God of Summer Vacations for getting me into this whole albatross-ditching, Sam-avoiding, aiding-and-abetting mess in the first place.”

“So I sat on the grimy floor of an eighteenth-century corn mill and watched my fiance heal the guy I loved."Wow," I muttered. "I'm gonna have one messed-up 'How I Spent My Summer Vacation' essay when I get back to Hex Hall.”

“He placed his hands on the sides of her face and looked into her eyes."You're not some woman I picked up in a bar, Chelsea. You're not a one-night stand. Don't sneak out on me.”

“Sam Walton: I had to pick myself up and get on with it, do it all over again, only even better this time.”

“Ain't it God's sword, fell from the sky? I thought it had to be passed on. Is it cursed?"Craw took up the reins and turned back to the north. "Every sword's a curse, boy.”

“You actually enjoyed that, didn't you? (Amanda)Oh, hell yes! Did you see the look on their faces? Man, I love this car. (Kyrian)(She looked up at the sky and implored divine aid.)Dear God, please separate me from this maniac before I die of fright. (Amanda) ”