“If you’re an adult male who sees no flaws in his father, you’re an insane person.”

“You’re seventeen. You’re supposed to be dealing with school and hormones and dim-witted parents. You’re supposed to be finding out who you are as a person.”
“But I already know who I am,” Valkyrie said. “I’m a world-breaker.”

“Just because you’re a zombie doesn’t mean you’re a bad person.”

“You know, you’re a feminist.” It was not a compliment. I could tell from his tone—the same tone with which a person would say, “You’re a supporter of terrorism.”

“I have this theory about smart people. If you’re smart, you’re either the only person in your family who’s smart, or everybody in the family is smart. No in-between.”

“You’re dead if you aim only for kids. Adults are only kids grown up, anyway.”

“The teacher you need is the person you’re living with.”

“As an actor, it really puts you there, like you’re really that person, you’re not yourself, you’re not dressing like yourself any more, you’re really embodying a different era. That’s really one of the most exciting things about acting for me, is the dress-up aspect of it.”

“So long as you’re not a snap, you’re safe. (Nykyrian)
Snap…Syn used that term. (Kiara)
Single. Naïve. Amateur. Person. (Nykyrian)”

“You’re a solid person, Sage. You’re easy on the eyes, if a little skinny, and your ability to memorize useless information is going to totally hook in some guy.”