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“Humor is reason gone mad.”
― Groucho Marx

“From the moment I picked up your book until I put it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.”
― Groucho Marx

“I sent the club a wire stating, PLEASE ACCEPT MY RESIGNATION. I DON'T WANT TO BELONG TO ANY CLUB THAT WILL ACCEPT ME AS A MEMBER.”
― Groucho Marx, Groucho and Me

“Tucker: "But she gave me the perfect gift."
Clara: "What?"
Tucker: "You.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“Tucker," I say. "I'm so glad you're still here."
I throw myself into his arms. He hugs me tightly.
"I couldn't leave," he says.
"I know."
"I mean, literally. I don't have a ride.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“What do you see in a guy like Christian Prescott?" he asked me that night when he dropped me off from prom. And what he was really saying then, what would have come through loud and clear if I hadn't been so blind was, why don't you see me?”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“Tucker: Why would you tell me now if it's against the rules?
Clara: Because I love you.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“Are you any good at it?"
"Pulling idiots out of the snow? I'm the best.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“Hey, you feel like driving today?" he asks. "I don't want to walk to the bus stop. It's too cold."
"You feel like dying today?"
"Sure. I like risking my life. Keeps things in perspective.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“Silver Avalanche coming up the driveway," calls Jeffrey from upstairs.
"What are you, security?" I call back.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“Hey, Carrots," he says.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“Oh, come on. You eye-hump him all through British History.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“What did you think I was?"
"A rude Hick."
"Geez, blunt much?”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“Tucker: I'm glad it happened. because then I got to know who you really are.

Clara: Oh yeah? Who am I?

Tucker: A really, really spiritual, spoiled California chick.

Avery: Shut up.

Tucker: It's cool though. My girlfriend is an angel.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“Tucker: Is it okay to kiss you?

Clara: What?

Tucker: I won't get struck by lightning?

Clara: (laughs) No lightning.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“Fine.” He smirks at me. “Nice to meet you, Carrots,” he says, looking directly at my hair. “Oh, I mean Clara.”
My face flames.
“Same to you, Rusty,” I shoot back, but he’s already striding away.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“I think he seriously believes that deflowering an angel could mean an eternity in fiery hell.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“I’m flying!”

Of course, I’m not flying so much as coasting over the treetops like a hand glider or a freakishly large flying squirrel.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“This is isn't going to become one of those creepy situations where you show up at all hours of the night to watch me sleep, is it?" he asks playfully.”
― Cynthia Hand, Hallowed

“The backcountry signs say stuff like BEYOND THIS POINT IS A HIGH RISK AREA, WHICH HAS MANY HAZARDS INCLUDING, BUT NOT LIMITED TO, AVALANCHES, CLIFFS, AND HIDDEN OBSTACLES, YOU MAY BE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE COST OF YOUR RESCUE and I think, um, no thanks. I choose life.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“What did the fish say when it hit a concrete wall?" he asks me. We're sitting on the bank of a stream and he's tying a fly onto my fishing rod, wearing a cowboy hat and a red lumberjack-style flannel shirt over a gray tee. So adorable.
"What?" I say, wanting to laugh and he hasn't even told me the punch line.
He grins. Unbelievable how gorgeous he is. And that he's mine. He loves me and I love him and how rare and beautiful is that?
"Dam!" he says.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“Hi there," Tucker says brightly, like we're bumping into each other on the street.
"Uh, hi."
"Nice night for stalking," he observes.
"No, I was---"
"Get your butt in here, Carrots.”
― Cynthia Hand, Hallowed

“Clara: "I won't hurt you." Be not afraid.
His eyes flashed with anger like i've come right out and called him chicken.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly

“Pity party over?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Good. Not good to wallow for too long. It's bad for the complextion.”
― Cynthia Hand, Hallowed

“Note to self: buy some nunchucks or something.”
― Cynthia Hand, Hallowed

“Christian is staring at us. He’s an only child and could never understand the delicate joys of sibling abuse.”
― Cynthia Hand, Hallowed

“There I go, Clara the parrot. I belong on a pirate's shoulder.”
― Cynthia Hand, Hallowed

“Just so you know, this is the last time I ever trust you," I say.
"But you're so cute all covered in snow."
"Shut up and help me find my ski." We search through the powder for a while, but don't locate my missing ski. After ten fruitless minutes I'm convinced that the mountain has eaten it.”
― Cynthia Hand, Hallowed

“What? I demand to know. "What is it now?"
"You're not going to go." he says.
"Watch me."
"I've been having a vision of this place, too." This stops me from my wild, cowardly (how can he think I'm brave?) retreat back to the road ...
"You're having a new vision, too?" I ask.
"It's right here." He walks toward me, his strides long and purposeful across the grass. "Right now. I've been seeing it for weeks, and it's happening right now."
He stops in front of me.
"This is the part where I kiss you," he says.”
― Cynthia Hand , Hallowed

“You think I'm pretty?" I ask.
"We need to stop talking," he says a little gruffly. "We're scaring the fish off."
"Okay, okay." I bite my lip, then smile.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly