Quotes from Ally Carter

Also, you don't really realize how much weekend time is actually hang-out-with-your-friends time until the aforementioned friends are acting all weird around you.

But there are things you tell yourself. And there are things you know. And Maddie knew that the one person she could depend on was herself. But that's okay, she thought. I'm usually enough.

She reminds me of…me." "Then clearly she can't be trusted.

A lot of people think that being a Gallagher Girl means not being afraid of anything. Actually, that couldn't be further from the truth. It's not about ignoring fear. It's about facing it, knowing the risks and the costs and sacrificing safety and security anyway.

And then his arms were around me. When he kissed me it was hungrier somehow, as if this moment was all we had, and we had to taste it, drink it, savor it, and not waste a single drop.

trinket. A souvenir. It's nothing." "Oh, not nothing," Macey said. She held her thin wrist out so that her bracelet caught the light. "I saw something just like it in the September Vogue." Amazingly, that made me feel better. "Well, at least I'm a crazy person with good taste.

I know too well how dangerous hope can be, how it grows and sometimes dies, taking its host with it.

I smile. I lie.

Right now your only job is to breathe and feel and…look up." Kat pulled back just enough to see the mistletoe that hung above them. "You planned that." "Me?" He gasped. "Never." Then Hale's lips were on hers and his arms were around her and there were no eggs and no thieves and no lies between them.

But even the Gallagher Academy hadn't figured out a way to help us protect our hearts.

My parents think so. And my parents have a very annoying habit of being right

Hale would scold her if he heard her say it—even here, even now, in the middle of a con. But there was a part of Kat, deep down, that might have even thought it was true if she ever allowed herself to think about such things—if she could stop running, working, grifting long enough to wonder if she was really going to get away with stealing W. W. Hale V. But

For the first time he's not looking at me like I'm dangerous. He's looking at me like I'm broken. It's a look I know too well.

Well, technically, we'd be re-stealing them," he said dryly. "It's kind of like a double negative.

When I took aim at the very place Amirah had been just seconds before and pulled the trigger, I knew the risk. I knew the cost. And I would do it all over again in a heartbeat if I had to.

So do you come here often?" he asked in a slightly self-mocking way. I couldn't help myself—I smiled. "see, you don't even have to answer that, because I know all the trash cans in town, and while this is a very nice trash can, it doesn't look like the kind of trash can a girl like you would normally scavenge from." I opened my mouth to protest, but he went on. "Now, the trash cans on Seventh Street, those are some very nice trash cans.

I felt Mr. Smith's pop bottle in my hand, and for a second I couldn't remember why I would be carrying such a thing. I know. I'm almost ashamed of it now—the fact that ten seconds with a boy had driven my mission from my mind. But I did look at it, and I did remember who I was—why I was there—and I knew it was time to forget about boys and trash cans and cats named Suzie; I remembered what was real and what was legend.

He's just . . ." I tried, wanting to say "sweet" or "caring" or "funny"—because they're all totally true. But instead, I said, "He's just a normal boy." "Hmph," Macey scoffed. "I know lots of normal boys." I looked at her. "I don't.

Are we supposed to be in here?" Logan shrugged. "Probably not. But if they really wanted to keep us out, they shouldn't have let me see them punch in the code that one time." Maddie thought he made a very excellent point. Everyone knew that Logan was really good at remembering things. All the things. Like phone numbers and access numbers and where the White House stored its chocolate.

So just out of curiosity, what do you think I'm worth?" he asked when he just couldn't help himself. "I mean, it isn't often a person's put on the open market. What is the going rate for presidents' sons these days? Is it more or less than what you guys were going to get for my mother? Accounting for inflation, of course.

Switzerland didn't exactly work out. Neither did France. Or Norway." "Three schools?" Hale asked. "Well, technically, five schools—three countries.

It's simple: just give the eyes something new to look at so that the mind doesn't truly see.

Count me in, Kat." He squeezed her tighter. "You should always count me in." - W. W. Hale the Fifth

He looked at me, and when he did, he was different. His eyes were different, the way he spoke was different. He wasn't his legend as he said, "Gallagher girl? You okay?