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  • #1
    Holly  Jackson
    “It wasn’t me,” Ant said. “I didn’t break into that safe and I didn’t destroy that will.” “Mm-hmm,” Cara added. “Sounds exactly like what a murderer would say.”
    Holly Jackson, Kill Joy

  • #2
    “I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
    In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #3
    “All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #4
    “I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #5
    “The moon is a loyal companion.
    It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
    Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #6
    “Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #7
    “His smile is laced with dynamite. "Go to sleep"
    "Go to hell."
    He works his jaw. Walks to the door. "I'm working on it.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #8
    “I only know now that the scientists are wrong.

    The world is flat.

    I know because I was tossed right off the edge and I've been trying to hold on for 17 years. I've been trying to climb back up for 17 years but it's nearly impossible to beat gravity when no one is willing to give you a hand.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #9
    “My voice softens. 'How old are you?'
    'I'll be eleven next year.'
    I grin. 'So you're ten years old?'
    He crosses his arms. Frowns. 'I'll be twelve in two years.'
    I think I already love this kid.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #10
    “I have a curse.
    I HAVE A GIFT.
    I'm a monster.
    I'M MORE THAN HUMAN.
    My touch Is lethal.
    MY TOUCH IS POWER.
    I am their weapon.
    I WILL FIGHT BACK.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #11
    “You can't touch me," I whisper. I'm lying, is what I don't tell him. He can touch me, is what I'll never tell him. Please touch me, is what I want to tell him.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #12
    “Find me a cure for these tears, I'd really like to exhale for the first time in my life.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #13
    “I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #14
    “His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him.

    In seventeen years no one has said my name like that
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #15
    “Why are you touching me?"

    "Because I can.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #16
    “Dude, you ran off with the crazy chick! You ran off with the psycho girl!" he's calling after Adam. "I thought they made that shit up. What the hell were you thinking? What are you going to do with the psycho chick? No wonder Warner wants you dead - OW, MAN, what the hell - "

    "She's not crazy. And she's not deaf, asshole.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #17
    “He whispers, "You have no idea how much I've thought about you. How many times I've dreamt"-he takes a tight breath- "how many times I've dreamt about being this close to you." He moves to run a hand through his hair before he changes his mind. Looks down. Looks up. "God, Juliette, I'd follow you anywhere. You're the only good thing left in this world.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #18
    “Books are easily destroyed. But words will live as long as people can remember them.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #19
    “I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend. The one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body.

    I want to know where to touch you, I want to know how to touch you. I want to know convince you to design a smile just for me. Yes, I do want to be your friend. I want to be your best friend in the entire world.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #20
    “Time goes on even when we do not.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #21
    “The man is moody as hell.”

    “I am not moody—”

    “Yeah, bro.” Kenji puts his utensils down. “You are moody. It’s always ‘Shut up, Kenji.’ ‘Go to sleep, Kenji.’ ‘No one wants to see you naked, Kenji.’ When I know for a fact that there are thousands of people who would love to see me naked—”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #22
    “I want so many things,” he whispers. “I want your mind. Your strength. I want to be worth your time.” His fingers graze the hem of my top and he says “I want this up.” He tugs on the waist of my pants and says “I want these down.” He touches the tips of his fingers to the sides of my body and says, “I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and I want to know it’s racing because of me, because you want me. Because you never,” he says, he breathes, “never want me to stop. I want every second. Every inch of you. I want all of it.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #23
    “And he leans in, so carefully. Breathing
    and not breathing and hearts beating
    between us and he’s so close, he’s so close and I can’t feel my legs anymore. I can’t feel my fingers or the cold or the emptiness of this room because all I feel is him, everywhere,filling everything and he whispers
    “Please.”
    He says “Please don’t shoot me for this.”
    And he kisses me.
    His lips are softer than anything I've ever known, soft like a first snowfall, like biting into cotton candy, like melting and floating and being weightless in water. It’s sweet, it’s
    so effortlessly sweet.
    And then it changes.
    “Oh God—”
    He kisses me again, this time stronger,
    desperate, like he has to have me, like he’s dying to memorize the feel of my lips against his own. The taste of him is making me crazy; he’s all heat and desire and peppermint and I want more. I've just begun reeling him in, pulling him into me when he breaks away.
    He’s breathing like he’s lost his mind andhe’s looking at me like something has brokeninside of him, like he’s woken up to find that
    his nightmares were just that, that they never existed, that it was all just a bad dream that felt far too real but now he’s awake and he’s safe and everything is going to be okay and
    I’m falling.
    I’m falling apart and into his heart and I’m a disaster.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #24
    “Have you ever had a girlfriend, Kenji?"
    "What?" He looks mortally offended. "Do I look like the kind of guy who's never had a girlfriend? Have you even met me?”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #25
    “His chest, heaving harder this time. His words, almost gasping this time. “You destroy me.”
    I am falling to pieces in his arms.
    My fists are full of unlucky pennies and my heart is a jukebox demanding a few nickels and my head is flipping quarters heads or tails heads or tails heads or tails heads or tails
    “Juliette,” he says, and he mouths the name, barely speaking at all, and he’s pouring molten lava into my limbs and I never even knew I could melt straight to death.
    “I want you,” he says. He says “I want all of you. I want you inside and out and catching your breath and aching for me like I ache for you.” He says it like it’s a lit cigarette lodged in his throat, like he wants to dip me in warm honey and he says “It’s never been a secret. I’ve never tried to hide that from you. I’ve never pretended I wanted anything less.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #26
    “Please—please get up—and lower your voice—”
    “Hell no.”
    “Why not?” I’m pleading now.
    “Because if I lower my voice, I won’t be able to hear myself speak. And that,” he says, “is my favorite part.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #27
    “You can go to hell!"
    "Just because I'm going to hell doesn't mean you'll ever deserve her.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #28
    “Are you kidding?” I stop in the middle of the kitchen. Spin around. My face is pulled together in disbelief. “You’ve spoken to me maybe once in the two weeks I’ve been here. I hardly even notice you anymore.”

    “Okay, hold up,” he says, turning to block my path. “We both know there’s no way you haven’t noticed all of this” — he gestures to himself — “so if you’re trying to play games with me, I should let you know up front that it’s not going to work.”

    “What?” I frown. “What are you talking abou—”

    “You can’t play hard to get, kid.” He raises an eyebrow. “I can’t even touch you. Takes ‘hard to get’ to a whole new level, if you know what I mean.”

    “Oh my God,” I mouth, eyes closed, shaking my head. “You are insane.”

    He falls to his knees. “Insane for your sweet, sweet love!”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #29
    “You sick piece of shit," Adam says to him, his voice low, measured.
    "Such unfortunate language." Warner shakes his head. "Only those who cannot express themselves intelligently would resort to such crude substitutions in vocabulary.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #30
    “He won’t stop staring.
    “What?” I ask.
    “How much do you weigh?”
    “Wow. Is that how you talk to every girl you meet? That explains so much.”
    “I’m about one hundred seventy-five pounds,” he says. “Of muscle.”
    I stare at him. “Would you like an award?”
    “Well, well, well,” he says, cocking his head, the barest hint of a smile flickering across his face. “Look who’s the smart-ass now.”
    “I think you’re rubbing off on me,” I say.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me



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