So Many Books, So Little Time

“I’d tell you that was pretty much impossible,” Asher replied, “but you’re Tess Kendrick. My spidey senses tell me that impossible is kind of your thing.”

— you can always find your way out, no matter how lost you are

Don’t be sorry, Ms. Grambs. Be worthy of it.

I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.

She is catalyst. She is chaos. I can see why he loves her.

Messes aren’t so bad. People who have it all put together are overrated.

Wesley Rush doesn’t chase girls, but I’m chasing you.

Do you know what it’s like to like someone so much you can’t stand it and know that they’ll never feel the same way?

It doesn’t matter where you dance. It’s only who you’re with. 

I put my hand to his chest, over his heart. I can feel it beating. I let my hand fall away. His heart is mine, just mine. I believe it now. Mine to protect and care for, mine to break.

Time to carpe the hell out of the diem.

Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you like that book you’re reading?

“She’s a genius, a scientist, a heroine, a spy. And now we are at the end of our time at school, and the one thing I know for certain is this: A Gallagher Girl is whatever she wants to be. And, most of all, she is my sister.”