Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

"Her hand rose to her lips and she stared up at the stars, feeling her heart grow, and grow, and grow."

"I like music,' she said slowly, 'because when I hear it, I... I lose myself within myself if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once."

"I like music," she said slowly, "because when I hear it, I . . . I lose myself within myself, if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once, and I can feel the whole earth roiling around me. When I play. I'm not . . . for once, I'm not destroying, I'm creating."

"No. I can survive well enough on my own— if given the proper reading material."

"A lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back."

"Some people just need a high-five. In the face. With my knives."

"He opened his mouth, but stopped as he beheld her smile. Though she had no regrets about her choice, she felt something strangely like disappointment when he said, "As you wish."

"I'm not married,” he said softly, “because I can't stomach the idea of marrying a woman inferior to me in mind and spirit. It would mean the death of my soul."