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“It’s a midnight lie... a kind of lie told for someone else’s sake, a lie that sits between goodness and wrong, just as midnight is the moment between night and morning.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Midnight Lie

“I wanted to say, I would rather have you for a little time than no time at all.
I will remember you perfectly. My memory will touch your skin, your lips. The memory will hurt, but it will be mine.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Midnight Lie

“Truth was like an exploding star: violent, glitteringly beautiful. Now that I had seen it, felt it, it was impossible to settle for anything less.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Shadow Society

“I don't want to be alone. I don't want the crack inside me to widen, for the ocean of loneliness to creep in. I don't want to drown.”
― Shea Ernshaw, Winterwood

“Apparently, love is the worst kind of madness.”
― Shea Ernshaw

“And I fell in love. What's more human than this?”
― Shea Ernshaw, The Wicked Deep

“What is with people who don't read novels? I mean, what kind of life is that?”
― Nick Lake, There Will Be Lies

“I have learned that some people come into our lives, and then are gone. And that part of the thing, part of life, is to accept that fact, to accept that they're gone. But there's something else too: and that's realizing that a part of them will never be gone. We think of lives as stopping, suddenly. But they don't. They are like waves, like ripples, like echoes that continue to resonate from their point of origin, out into the world...And, of course...I can just remember those voices, and that keeps them with me. Remember their lives. Remember their words...But there are also, of course, people you don't have to just remember, because they're still around. And I guess that's the other thing I have learned. There are people who come into our lives, and then are gone. But there are also people who come into our lives and who we need to hang on to.”
― Nick Lake, Whisper to Me

“Hey," you said.
"Hey."
SHAKESPEARE WOULD HAVE BEEN PROUD”
― Nick Lake, Whisper to Me

“...she took away my yesterdays. But that's OK. Because now I am a person made of tomorrows.”
― Nick Lake, There Will Be Lies

“I have a tingly feeling that I get when there are books all around me. The library! I know it's geeky, but I love it. Just sitting between the shelves of books, reading - it's the safest feeling.”
― Nick Lake, There Will Be Lies

“Reading is awesome. Just escaping into someone else's life, into another world. In books, everything is possible.”
― Nick Lake, There Will Be Lies

“Hi," I said, IN SCINTILLATING DIALOGUE REMINISCENT OF THE CLASSIC MOVIE CASABLANCA.”
― Nick Lake, Whisper to Me

“Um, well, then. I guess, bye," you said.
"Um, yeah, bye"
OUR ROMANCE, STILL SCRIPTED BY SHAKESPEAR.”
― Nick Lake, Whisper to Me

“I would move mountains for you. I would chase down the stars just so you could hold one.”
― Adalyn Grace, All the Tides of Fate

“We are all anthologies. We are each thousands of pages long, filled with fairy tales and poetry, mysteries and tragedy, forgotten stories in the back no one will ever read.”
― Marisha Pessl, Neverworld Wake

“…deep-diving love, a love that excavates you. It’s something you have to have before you die in order to have lived.”
― Marisha Pessl, Night Film

“But there were and are no words for that particular state of hell. I couldn't tell her that I was submerged. Numbed. Unable to feel anything. My spectrum of emotions had been obliterated.”
― Karen Fortunati

“There is a difference between understanding and forgiveness. It’s possible to have one without the other.”
― Genevieve Gornichec, The Witch's Heart

“He knew the law of such things: people in brightly lit places cannot see into the dark.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Curse

“My soul is yours,” he said. “You know that it is.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Curse

“You’re too noticeable.” There was something strange about his voice. “In the dark. You…you look like an open flame.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Curse

“Her eyes flashed, became jewels of joy. It was treasure, the way she looked at him.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Curse

“He changed us both." She seemed to struggle for words. "I think of you, all that you lost, who you were, what you were forced to be, and might have been, and I—I have become this, this person, unable to—"

She shut her mouth.

"Kestrel," he said softly, "I love this person.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“Will you come with me?"
"Ah, Kestrel, that's something you never need to ask.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“He didn’t smile. He cupped her face with both hands. An emotion tugged at his expression, a dark awe, the kind saved for a wild storm that rends the sky but doesn’t ravage your existence, doesn’t destroy every thing you love. The one that lets you feel saved.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“It was an old Herrani flag, stitched with the royal crest.

Arin said, "But the royal line is gone."

"They're looking for something to call you, Kestrel said, nudging Javelin forward.

"Not this. It's not right."

"Don't worry. They'll find the right words to describe you."

"And you."

"Oh, that's easy."

"It is?" It seemed impossible to name every thing she was to him.

Kestrel's expression was serious, luminous. He loved to see her like this. "They'll say that I'm yours," she told him, "just as you are mine.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“Kestrel thought that maybe she had been wrong, and Risha had been wrong, about forgiveness, that it was neither mud nor stone, but resembled more the drifting white spores. They came loose from the trees when they were ready. Soft to the touch, but made to be let go, so that they could find a place to plant and grow.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“Her blood felt laced with black powder. How could she have forgotten what it was like to burn on a fuse before him?”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

“He had sleepless eyes, his mouth a little swollen, the deeply tanned skin somehow burnished. Kestrel thought that she, too, must look like this: polished by desire, the way a river stone holds a luster from having been made so smooth.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss