Cal Quotes

“Fire wants to burn
Water wants to flow
Air wants to rise
Earth wants to bind
Chaos wants to devour
Cal wants to live”
― Cassandra Clare, The Iron Trial

“Cal had been waiting for us at the pond. When he’d seen me, he’d given me a barely perceptible nod, which was the Cal version of waving his hands over his head and yelling, “Hey, Sophie!”
― Rachel Hawkins, Demonglass

“Oh, come on, Sophie. Don't you get it? He's L'Occhio di Dio's ultimate weapon. They used him as a spy at Hecate for years, so what makes you think that's stopped now? This is probably just his new assignment, getting close to you so he can use you for information about the Council."
"Actually, I was just going to use her for her body, but that's a good idea, too.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Demonglass

“Cal stepped forward, hopefully to come to my rescue.
"I could toss her off the pier, Ms. Vanderlyden."
Or not.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Demonglass

“They stared each other down, and while the dorky eleven-year-old in my soul kind of hoped that two hot boys might fight over me, the rational, seventeen-year-old knew that Archer need to get out of here, fast.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Demonglass

“Cal's face swam into view. I couldn't hear him over the ringing in my ears. I'm pretty sure he mouthed for me to lie still, which seemed easy enough.
He held my hand, and while the pain didn't go away, a woozy sense of calm spread over me. So I was pretty dispassionate as I rolled my head to the side and watched Cal pull a six-inch shared of demonglass out of my shoulder. As soon as it was out, the burning faded, but I knew I'd have yet another another scar. "That present sucked," I muttered.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Demonglass

“We all have our security blankets in this world. Some are just sharper than others.”
― Rob Thurman, Nightlife

“Okay, fine. But just so you know, following me into hell means you're all definitely the sidekicks.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Spell Bound

“You have this weird look on your face," he said. "Like you're doing really complicated math in your head.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Spell Bound

“Why is it always the world? Why is it never just half a block? Or Jersey? You know, something we could live without?”
― Rob Thurman, Roadkill

“He gently pried my hand off his arm. "I have to," he said softly. He went to turn away, and then stopped, like maybe he was reconsidering. But instead of agreeing to come back to the Itineris with me, he reached out, cupped my face, and brought his lips to mine.

I was so shocked that I literally froze in place, one hand hovering in the air next to Cal's shoulder. The kiss was brief--just a little too long to be considered chaste--but when he pulled away, all I could do was stare at him, my mouth slightly agape. He ran his thumb over my lower lip, sending a tiny flurry of sparks through me. "Goodbye, Sophie.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Demonglass

“He tried to turn me into a buffet?” I gritted my teeth. “Before he killed me? He couldn’t kill me first and then eat me? That’s just fucking rude.”
― Rob Thurman, Blackout

“Dude, I just watched you climb up a f*cking building!-Lace”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“Because with a really good book you get something new every time you read it. Because…Well…Because you're a different person each time.”
― Derrolyn Anderson, The Athena Effect

“Cal: "I'm really sorry, Professor, but how do you explain these ? Swiss Cake Rolls. That doesn't rhyme; it's not cute; it's not childlike. And this is one of our most-respected snack foods, is it not? How is that, Professor? Hmmm?"
Eliot: "Well, isn't it obvious? We trust the Swiss for their ability to engineer things, to build with precision."
Cal: "We do?"
Eliot: "Do I even have to mention Swiss watches? Swiss Army knives? Swiss cheese? If anyone can build a non-threatening, non-lethal snack cake, it's the Swiss. They're neutral, we can trust them not to attack us with trans-fatty acids and sugar. I think you would feel differently if they were German Cake Rolls. North Korean Cake Rolls. I bet you wouldn't eat them."
Cal: "I bet I would.”
― Brad Barkley, Scrambled Eggs at Midnight

“Niko caught my hand and slapped it lightly down on the bar. “Pistol whipping elderly women isn’t precisely our mission statement, Cal.”
I hadn’t been going to pistol-whip her. Yell at her a little more, then pick her up and toss her out into the street. Some risk of a broken hip there, but that wasn’t pistol-whipping… unless she tried to come back in.”
― Rob Thurman, Roadkill

“The fact that the bodies weren’t my first concern–-pissing and bodies were, in that order—-helped too. Killers have different priorities.”
― Rob Thurman, Blackout

“I know!" he growls back, his voice guttural. I wonder if all of his fire kind have eyes like his. Eyes that burn and smolder.”
― Victoria Aveyard, King's Cage

“Word of advice, kid. This may be the Wild West down here, but you ain't a cowboy. You're not even a boy in a cowboy suit.”
― Caitlin Kittredge, The Iron Thorn

“Wouldn’t you leave a light on? Knowing what I knew and not knowing anything else at all, why would I want the darkness where the monsters hide?
Because killers hide there too.”
― Rob Thurman, Blackout

“Every inner touch, every one of its fingerprints on my brain, burned like acid. It shredded the walls of my soul like tissue paper, it clawed its way into my very center, I couldn’t tell anymore where it began and I ended. It poured into me like a river into the sea, mixing, melding, until we were one. One. For better or worse. Until death do us part.”
― Rob Thurman, Nightlife

“He's no kind of gentleman.
That's all right. I'm no kind of lady.”
― Caitlin Kittredge, The Iron Thorn

“You're a monster that mothers threaten children with and you're still touchy as an ugly girl in a pretty dress.”
― Caitlin Kittredge, The Iron Thorn

“I won’t run.” Gabriel gulped. “I promise.”
“You aren’t being punished; you’re being protected.” Cal snorted. “But you’ll run. When you’re scared or hurt, your first instinct is to run. You can’t help it any more than I can resist chasing you.” The shifter leaned to brush his mouth over Gabriel’s. “Be smart, pet. Run to me.”
― Kari Gregg, I, Omega

“You smell pretty tasty.
Just what every girl wants to hear.”
― Caitlin Kittredge, The Iron Thorn

“in Detroit, in July of 1967, what happened was no less than a guerrilla uprising.
The Second American Revolution.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex

“Hostility," Cal said. "It's deja vu all over again. How's your head?" "The pain comes and goes," Min said. "And then there are the voices.”
― Jennifer Crusie, Bet Me

“Dot, I would kiss you right now if I didn’t know your favorite lip gloss shade is my brother’s spunk.”
― L.J. Shen, Truly Madly Deeply

“As a chef, my future wife ticked all the boxes.

She tasted delicious, just the right balance between sweet and biting.

Most important of all…

She tasted like forever.”
― L.J. Shen, Truly Madly Deeply

“I won, didn’t I?” I winked.

“The Christmas gift competition? But, Dot, you’re my biggest win.”

He kissed me long and deep, in a way every girl deserved to be kissed. Many times. By the boy she loved.”
― L.J. Shen, Truly Madly Deeply