Real life is sometimes boring, rarely conclusive and boy, does the dialogue need work.

— Sarah Rees Brennan

She clenched her fist in his T-shirt, put her other arm around those too-broad, too-real shoulders. When he tried to pull away, she held on tight. Kami felt the surrender in his mind a moment before he laid his face in the curve of her neck. The whole world was so real it hurt. Kami whispered into Jared's hair, "I'm always on your side.

— Sarah Rees Brennan

She had worried she would break if her heart broke, but she wasn't broken. She had lost everything, but she was not lost. It seemed a worthwhile thing to know.

— Sarah Rees Brennan

She hesitated, wiping her hands off on her apron. “I’m not sure if I’ll be here when you get back. This place is a little—it’s a little much for me.” She didn’t have to tell him how it was. He had lived here for years, in a house that wanted to be silent until the silence was broken by a certain step and a certain voice, in a house holding its breath for someone’s return. If anyone held their breath long enough, they were dead.

— Sarah Rees Brennan

She looked defeated, a castle stormed, torn down, with no one living inside. She looked like a hollowed-out creature, only shell and no soul.

— Sarah Rees Brennan

She walked beside Jared, four inches of rain-dashed darkness between her hanging wrist and his.

— Sarah Rees Brennan

Sometimes I feel better around you. I kind of like your face' -Nick

— Sarah Rees Brennan

Sometimes I want to be human for you.

— Sarah Rees Brennan

Sometimes when you pull knives on people, they get this impression that you're going to hurt them, and then they're completely terrified. Crazy, I know!"" Okay," said Nick. He turned to Jamie & popped his left wrist sheath again. "Look." Jamie backed up. "Which part of 'completely terrified' did you translate as 'show us your knives, Nick'? Don't show me your knives, Nick. I have no interest in your knives." Nick rolled his eyes. "This is a quill on dagger. That's a knife with a sword handle. I like it because it has a good grip for stabbing."" Why do you say these things?" Jamie inquired piteously. "Is it to make me sad?"" I didn't have you cornered," Nick went on. "You could've run. And this dagger doesn't have an even weight distribution; it's absolute rubbish for throwing. If I had any intention of hurting you, I'd have used a knife I could throw." Jamie blinked. "I will remember those words always. I may try to forget them, but I sense that I won't be able to.

— Sarah Rees Brennan

Taking notes at a pub in Salisbury, I was mistaken for a health inspector!

— Sarah Rees Brennan