Quotes from Ally Carter

I'll catch something to cook in the morning. I don't think we're far from the river. There will be fish." "You can do that?" Logan eyed her. Maddie eyed him back, a little offended. "I caught a Russian killer." Logan ate another berry. "Point taken.

Maybe it's only fitting that a relationship that started with a lie would end with one.

Lies aren't just the things we tell -- they're the lives we lead.

I don't understand boys.

Cammie, where did you get that necklace?

I don't answer. I'm not staging a rebellion here. I stay quiet because I don't want to break down, and I learnt a long time ago that, sometimes, the only way to silence the cries is by making no sound at all.

So I'm not gorgeous?" Macey challenged. "Of course you are." He started away, turned back at the last minute. "But I'm the guy who figured out that's not all you are.

I wanted to wallow in my solitude and grief

Money comes and goes, darling. Tiaras are forever. So are titles." Gabrielle

If you boys want to beat each other's guts out, I'm willing to let you, but I'd rather get Cam someplace safe and find out what she's doing walking the streets at five in the bloody morning." She started back down the alley, then stopped and added, "Oh, and Zach, if you're going to run away from school, leave a note. Even Cam did that.

But Maddie walked to the side of the bridge, and then he saw a huge knife buried in the post, waiting. "Stefan took your knife," he blurted like an idiot. Maddie looked like she'd never been more insulted in her life. "I never leave the house with just one knife. Seriously. Do I look like a one-knife kind of girl?" She pulled it from the post and Logan could see the fire glistening off a long blade that could have easily sliced through those old ropes.

Dear Logan, I'm sorry that the stupid Russians shot you. Mainly because I really want to shoot you, and I hate that they beat me to it. Maddie

I am the Girl Who Cried Wolf. And now I am the only one who can save the lambs.

It'd be fun, you know. Just once. To wake up Christmas morning with snow on the ground and stockings full of presents that no one had to steal and a house that's really home." She reclaimed the teapot and slowly slipped back into the con. "That would be nice. Maybe, someday, we'll steal that." On

I've been wrong, and I've been crazy. But this is the first time I've ever truly felt like a fool.

And if you see a bear -" "It's more afraid of me than I am of it," Logan filled in, but Maddie stopped short. "No." She shook her head and looked at him like he might be a moron, which he probably was, "It's not afraid of you. It's a bear! So back away slowly and hope it doesn't want to kill you. Because it can without breaking a sweat." Logan studied her face, then nodded slowly. "Killer bears. Check.

Dear Logan, Someday I'm going to write a book: How to Not Die in Alaska -- A Girl's Guide to Fashionable Survival.

Leaving can't be nearly as hard as being left, Cam.

The sun is at the horizon now, and the sky streaks with reds and golds. The whole world seems to be wearing a halo, and for a second I let myself savor it. I let myself believe. Alexei's arm is warm around my shoulder and a cool breeze blows in off the sea. Between us, we speak seven different languages, but not a one of us says a word. We sit in silence as the sun sets, marking the end of this day. Marking the beginning of everything else.

Madeleine Rose Manchester had absolutely no intention of invading the White House. But she knew seven different ways she could do it if she'd wanted to. After all, Logan had lived there less than a year, and already he and Maddie had found four tunnels, two pseudo-secret passageways, and a cabinet near the kitchen that smelled faintly of cheese and only partially blocked an old service elevator that really wasn't as boarded up as everybody thought.

watched the people I know best look at me like I was a crazy person. Trust me. It's a look I know pretty well.

There were a million lies Kat could have told, but none more powerful than the truth. "This is our only idea.

What is a Gallagher Girl?" Liz asked one final time. "She's a genius, a scientist, a her**ne, 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." Thunderous, raucous applause filled the student section. Liz smiled and wiped her eyes. She leaned close to the microphone. "And, most of all, she is my sister.

Why are you here?" I demanded, but the PM only smirks again. "You've been a very bad girl, Ms Blakely." I ease closer. "You're under the impression that I care, Ms Petrovic.