Quotes by Michelle Hodkin

The two of us snuggled like quotation marks in his room full of words.

Thanks. Seriously, you must have better things to do with your life than waste it on the hopeless?Ive already learned Parseltongue. What else is there?Elvish.

You are like fire; you will burn wherever you go. If contained, channeled, you can bring light, but you will also always cast a shadow.

They lie, you know. Its not easier to ask for forgiveness. Not even a little.

For some reason I think of the first time I saw her, kicking the shit out of the vending machine that refused to release her candy. Before that day, every hour of my life had been exactly like the one before it. Relentlessly boring. Painfully monotonous. But then she walked out of my waking nightmare and into my life, a complete mystery from Second One. Her presence was a problem I needed to solve, a problem that finally interested me. And then, somehow, she made me interested in myself. Mara began as a question I needed to answer, but the longer Id known her, the less I felt I actually knew. She was constantly surprising, infinitely complex. Unknowable. Unpredictable. I have never met anyone more fascinating in my life, and all the time in the world wouldnt be enough to ever know her.

If you fight yourself, you will lose, and fighting leaves scares.

Id wasted so much time wishing I could be different, wishing I could change things, change myself...I thought it would be easier to be someone else than to be who I was becoming, but I didnt think that anymore

I know what I can do to a girl with a word, a look, a touch. And I want to do them all to her.

Something inside of me began to tear.

You want me as much as I want you. And all I want is you.My tongue warred with my mind. Today, I whispered.Noah stood slowly, his body skimming mine as he rose. Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever.

My name is not Mara Dyer, but my lawyer told me I had to choose something. A pseudonym. A nom de plume, for all of us studying for the SATs. I know that having a fake name is strange, but trust me—it’s the most normal thing about my life right now. Even telling you this much probably isn’t smart. But without my big mouth, no one would know that a seventeen-year-old who likes Death Cab for Cutie was responsible for the murders. No one would know that somewhere out there is a B student with a body count. And it’s important that you know, so you’re not next.

You can’t hurt me the way you think you can. But even if you could? I would rather die with the taste of you on my tongue than live and never touch you again. I’m in love with you, Mara. I love you. No matter what you do.

Have you kissed many boys before? he asked quietly. His question brought my mind back into focus. I raised an eyebrow. Boys? Thats an assumption. Noah laughed, the sound low and husky. Girls, then?No.Not many girls? Or not many boys?Neither, I said. Let him make of that what he would.How many? Why— I am taking away that word. You are no longer allowed to use it. How many? My cheeks flushed, but my voice was steady as I answered. One. At this, Noah leaned in impossibly closer, the slender muscles in his forearm flexing as he bent his elbow to bring himself nearer to me, almost touching. I was heady with the proximity of him and grew legitimately concerned that my heart might explode. Maybe Noah wasnt asking. Maybe I didnt mind. I closed my eyes and felt Noahs five o clock graze my jaw, and the faintest whisper of his lips at my ear.He was doing it wrong.

I was going to kiss him, and I was going to regret it. But at that moment, I couldnt bring myself to care.

I was warned about you, you know.And with that half-smile that wrecked me, Noah said, But youre here anyway.

I laughed as I twisted to face him and raised my arm to hit in one move. He caught my wrist and my laugh caught in my throat. A mischievous grin curved my mouth as I raised my other hand to hit him. He reached over me and caught that wrist too, gently pinning my arms above my head as he straddled my hips. The space between us boiled my blood.

Noahs eyes held my face. I swallowed hard. The juxtaposition of him sitting in a room full of people while staring at no one but me was overwhelming. Something shifted inside of me at the intimacy of us, eyes locked amid the scraping of twenty graphite pencils on paper.I shaded his face out of nothingness. I smudged the slope of his neck and darkened his delinquent mouth, while the lights accented the right angle of his jaw against the cloudy sky outside. I did not hear the bell. I did not hear the other students rise and leave the room. I did not even notice that Noah no longer sat at the stool.

Does anyone know how to start a fire?Blank stares. So we cant start a fire, [Jamie] said. We cant fly. We cant create a force field. We are the most bullshit superheroes.

Jamie said in that voice of his, You never saw us.I never saw you, the driver repeated, sounding dazed. You drove this astonishingly hot underwear model from south Texas. You wanted to lick his abs. I wanted to lick his abs.Youre such an asshole, Stella muttered as she climbed out of the cab.

The idea was a splinter in my mind. Always there, always stinging,even when I wasnt conscious of it. Even when I wasnt thinking about it.