“Sitting beside Abe was Adrian Ivashkov--my more-or-less boyfriend. Adrian was a royal Moroi--and another spirit user like Lissa. He'd been crazy about me (and often just crazy) ever since we first met”

“In fact I was fairly certain there was no one in the entire world quite like Adrian Ivashkov.”

“Adrian tipped my face up toward his and kissed me. Like always, the world around me stopped moving. No, the world became Adrian, only Adrian.”

“But each time you use spirit, you're more likely to go crazy.”
“Already crazy about you, Sage.”

“Call me crazy for asking this, but, um, are Lissa and I going with you?"
"No"
"No?"
"No.”

“Sage?" Adrian lightly touched my arm, and I jumped at the feel of his fingertips against my skin. "You okay?"
"I don't know," I said softly. "I just thought of something crazy."
"Welcome to my world.”

“Religion makes them crazy. Not a woman I ever met wasn’t crazy with religion.”

“I met my old lover on the street last night,
She seemed so glad to see me, I just smiled,
And we talked about some old times, and we drank ourselves some beers,
Still crazy after all these years,
Oh, still crazy after all these years.”

“He was like me - a kindred spirit crazy enough to keep on trying.”

“He'd probably been born with abs. Some were born with abs, some achieved abs, and some - like Simon - had abs thrust upon them by cruel instructors.”