“Ryssa? How do you know her name was Ryssa? (Tory)Uh…I don’t. I just gave her a name. It seemed more polite than calling her ‘hey, you, ancient chick.’ (Acheron)”

“Ask a gal which name she wants you to call her, she will choose a chichi-name to be her name in lieu of chick.”

“This is so unfair to you. (Ryssa)Life isn’t about being fair. It’s not about justice. It’s all about endurance and how much we can suffer through. (Acheron)”

“Her name's Prim. She's just twelve. And I love her more than anything.”

“Hey, Lauren?” he called, and she stopped so abruptly her bag slid off her shoulder. She caught it at the last second and turned, her expression taken aback.Del smirked. “Don’t be so surprised that I know your name. You’re not as invisible as you think you are.”She closed her mouth, looking at him. “I’m not gonna stop calling you Red, though” he added casually.”

“Shut up, sit down, and read. (Tory)Please? (Acheron)You need something? (Tory)You to be polite to me, Ms. I Own The World- Now Do What I Say You Pathetic Pleb. (Acheron)You don’t strike me as the kind of guy who takes orders anyway. (Tory)Yes, but a simple please goes a long way. I’m the one doing you a favor here. (Acheron)Fine. Please sit down, shut up, and read. (Tory)”