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  • #1
    “You know, I get it. Being raised as a superstar must be really, really difficult for you. Always a commodity, never a human being, not a single person in your family thinking you’re worth a damn off the court— yeah, sounds rough. Kevin and I talk about your intricate and endless daddy issues all the time. I know it’s not entirely your fault that you are mentally unbalanced and infected with these delusions of grandeur, and I know you’re physically incapable of holding a decent conversation with anyone like every other normal human being can, but I don’t think any of us should have to put up with this much of your bullshit. Pity only gets you so many concessions, and you used yours up about six insults ago. So please, please, just shut the fuck up and leave us alone.”
    Nora Sakavic, The Raven King

  • #2
    Victoria Schwab
    “But these words people threw around - humans, monsters, heroes, villains - to Victor it was all just a matter of semantics. Someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. Someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them. Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.”
    V.E. Schwab, Vicious

  • #3
    Micah Nemerever
    “All they were—all they had ever been—was a pair of sunflowers who each believed the other was the sun.”
    Micah Nemerever, These Violent Delights
    tags: love

  • #4
    Victoria Schwab
    “...it is sad, of course, to forget.
    But it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten.
    To remember when no one else does.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #4
    Victoria Schwab
    “Love and loss,” he said, “are like a ship and the sea. They rise together. The more we love, the more we have to lose. But the only way to avoid loss is to avoid love. And what a sad world that would be.”
    V.E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light

  • #6
    C.S. Pacat
    “Laurent could inspire homicidal tendencies simply by breathing.”
    C.S. Pacat, Captive Prince

  • #7
    Victoria Schwab
    “Three words, large enough to tip the world. I remember you.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #8
    “It’s not the world that’s cruel. It’s the people in it.”
    Nora Sakavic, The Foxhole Court

  • #9
    Sally Green
    “You've been away a long time. Were you lost?

    I was wounded, not lost.”
    Sally Green, Half Lost

  • #10
    Tamsyn Muir
    “One flesh, one end, bitch.”
    Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

  • #11
    Victoria Schwab
    “Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.”
    Victoria Schwab, Vicious

  • #12
    Hafsah Faizal
    “Why save the world when you can have tea?!”
    Hafsah Faizal, A Tempest of Tea

  • #13
    “​Jean noticed how Andrew and Neil moved like they were caught in each other’s gravity, in each other’s space more than they were out of it, cigarette smoke and matching armbands and lingering looks when one fell out of orbit for too long.”
    Nora Sakavic, The Sunshine Court

  • #14
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “Far over the misty mountains cold
    To dungeons deep and caverns old
    We must away ere break of day
    To seek the pale enchanted gold.

    The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
    While hammers fell like ringing bells
    In places deep, where dark things sleep,
    In hollow halls beneath the fells.

    For ancient king and elvish lord
    There many a gleaming golden hoard
    They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
    To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

    On silver necklaces they strung
    The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
    The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
    They meshed the light of moon and sun.

    Far over the misty mountains cold
    To dungeons deep and caverns old
    We must away, ere break of day,
    To claim our long-forgotten gold.

    Goblets they carved there for themselves
    And harps of gold; where no man delves
    There lay they long, and many a song
    Was sung unheard by men or elves.

    The pines were roaring on the height,
    The wind was moaning in the night.
    The fire was red, it flaming spread;
    The trees like torches blazed with light.

    The bells were ringing in the dale
    And men looked up with faces pale;
    The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
    Laid low their towers and houses frail.

    The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
    The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
    They fled their hall to dying fall
    Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

    Far over the misty mountains grim
    To dungeons deep and caverns dim
    We must away, ere break of day,
    To win our harps and gold from him!”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit, or There and Back Again

  • #15
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit, or There and Back Again

  • #16
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “Not all those who wander are lost.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #17
    Madeline Miller
    “I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #18
    Madeline Miller
    “He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #19
    Madeline Miller
    “Name one hero who was happy."
    I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back.
    "You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward.
    "I can't."
    "I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."
    "Tell me." I loved it when he was like this.
    "I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it."
    "Why me?"
    "Because you're the reason. Swear it."
    "I swear it," I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.
    "I swear it," he echoed.
    We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned.
    "I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #20
    “I close my eyes, and this image floats beside me.
    A sweaty toothed mad man with a stare that pounds my brain.
    His hands reach out and choke me, and all the time he's mumbling.
    “Truth, truth.”
    Like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
    You push it, stretch it, but it'll never be enough.
    You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us.
    From the moment we enter crying,
    to the moment we leave dying,
    it'll just cover your face,
    as you wail and cry and scream.”
    Tom Schulman, Dead Poets Society

  • #21
    K. Ancrum
    “I never said I didn’t feel the same,” Jack said harshly. “Just because I don’t see the kingdom doesn’t mean it doesn’t still exist,” Jack said furiously. “As long as one of us remembers it, it still counts. We decide the end of the game, not them. Not anyone else. You’re so stupid, August. You’re so stupid and I love you so much.”
    K. Ancrum, The Wicker King

  • #22
    Taylor Jenkins Reid
    “I spent half my time loving her and the other half hiding how much I loved her.”
    Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

  • #23
    Madeline Miller
    “I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.
    "Go," she says. "He waits for you."

    In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #24
    R.F. Kuang
    “That's just what translation is, I think. That's all speaking is. Listening to the other and trying to see past your own biases to glimpse what they're trying to say. Showing yourself to the world, and hoping someone else understands.”
    R.F. Kuang, Babel

  • #25
    R.F. Kuang
    “Betrayal. Translation means doing violence upon the original, means warping and distorting it for foreign, unintended eyes. So then where does that leave us? How can we conclude, except by acknowledging that an act of translation is then necessarily always an act of betrayal?”
    R.F. Kuang, Babel

  • #26
    R.F. Kuang
    “Be selfish," he whispered. "Be brave.”
    R.F. Kuang, Babel



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