“We'll when he lets his guard down he's okay. Like when he just talks without checking his words or you catch him… — Kiera Cass Copy Share Image
“December 27, 11:00 p.m. My Dear America, I’ve never written a love letter, so forgive me if I fail now. . .… — Kiera Cass Copy Share Image
“What are these?" Maxon asked, brushing across the tips of my fingers as we walked. "Calluses. They're from pressing down on violin… — Kiera Cass Copy Share Image
“I wanted everything from and everything for him, because I wanted every piece of him.” — Kiera Cass Copy Share Image
“[But] I have come across anything so painfully beautiful as that kiss. I wish it was something I could save and share… — Kiera Cass Copy Share Image
