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“Because I love you, Olivia Makarova. I have from the moment you spilled coffee on yourself in that airport. I always will.” Then I lean in to kiss her.”
― Nicole Fox, Shattered Cradle

“Then she smiles, those unshed tears still in her eyes. “I’m… happy. I’m so happy that I’m pregnant. I already love this baby so much. And I can’t believe my family won’t accept it, won’t accept me…” “That part is not about you, Olivia. It’s about me.” She shakes her head. “That shouldn’t matter. This baby is mine, too. It’s both of us. And they should want to know him or her regardless.” “Maybe they will. Give it time.”
― Nicole Fox, Shattered Cradle

“Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves”
― Laura Esquivel, Like Water for Chocolate

“Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves; we need oxygen and a candle to help. In this case, the oxygen for example, would come from the breath of the person you love; the candle would be any kind of food, music, caress, word, or sound that engenders the explosion that lights one of the matches. For a moment we are dazzled by an intense emotion. A pleasant warmth grows within us, fading slowly as time goes by, until a new explosion comes along to revive it. Each person has to discover what will set off those explosions in order to live, since the combustion that occurs when one of them is ignited is what nourishes the soul. That fire, in short, is its food. If one doesn't find out in time what will set off these explosions, the box of matches dampens, and not a single match will ever be lighted.”
― Laura Esquivel, Like Water for Chocolate

“Then she cried without tears, which is said to hurt even more like dry labor.”
― Laura Esquivel, Like Water for Chocolate

“...los olores tienen la característica de reproducir tiempos pasados junto con sonidos y olores nunca igualados en el presente.”
― Laura Esquivel, Like Water for Chocolate

“He finally gets off the bike and I realize how tall he is in comparison to everyone around him. I’m talking freakishly tall. The pictures online, of him on the football field, do not do this guy justice. He’s proportionate, though. Which is probably why he didn’t look like a freak in pictures.”
― P. Dangelico, Baby Maker

“You’re Puerto Rican.”

“American––I was born here. Half Cuban, if that’s what you’re asking. On my mother’s side.”

“Right,” he said, like it’s the same thing.

“Is that a problem?”

His face lit up with another sly grin. “Hell no. I like seasonin’ on my white meat.”
― P. Dangelico, Baby Maker

“I’m having a baby.”

Cue the pregnant pause––pun intended. On the other side of the pond, my brother’s confused expression says it all.

“With who?”

“I don’t know.”

“Jesus, you don’t know who the father is? How many people are you dating?”

“Shut up. I’m not pregnant yet. I’m searching for a man to share parental responsibility.”

“What?”

“Co-parenting. We legally share a child.”

“Like a sperm donor?” He looks unhappy with this turn of events. As much as I love my brother, and I do, he’s a total caveman when it suits him.

“I’ll volunteer my sperm,” a deep voice shouts in the background.

Alex turns in the direction of the voice. “Not if I stuff your nuts down your throat first, Hayes. That’s my baby sister you’re talking about.”

“By a minute,” I feel the need to clarify.

“You’re still my baby sister.” ”
― P. Dangelico, Baby Maker

“I will always keep you safe. Even on the days you hate me and wish you never met me…I’ll be here.”
― P. Dangelico, Baby Maker

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“He's a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“She burned too bright for this world.”
― Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

“— ¿Y por qué me dejaste entrar?
Delfina suspiró
— Porque vi tu cara.
—¿Y qué tiene mi cara? ¿Tengo cara de sentir frio?
— No, Antonio. Tienes cara de sentirte solo.”
― Maria Fernanda Heredia, La lluvia sabe por qué

“La magia no está en un conejo dentro de un sombrero o en un pañuelo que se convierte en ramillete de flores. La magia está en un camión que te rompe la patineta y te obliga a subir a un autobús dónde el corazón sentirá que le salen alas.”
― Maria Fernanda Heredia, La lluvia sabe por qué

“I married a damned cereal killer”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Nobody's Baby But Mine

“She glared at him. "You're doing it again."
"What?"
"That thing that irritates me."
"Smiling?"
"Yes. That.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Nobody's Baby But Mine

“‎"There’s no such thing as mistakes – only a lack of foresight.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, It Had to Be You

“Food is fuel, but it’s also comfort. The trouble happens when it becomes more comfort than fuel. But that’s what hugs are for.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Melt for You

“I wanted to see the whole world for myself. I wanted to see the whole range of possibilities. Your life is yours. It doesn't belong to anyone else. I wanted to know what it would mean to live life on my own terms.”
― Satoshi Yagisawa, Days at the Morisaki Bookshop

“Y, cuanto más leía, más quería leer.”
― Satoshi Yagisawa, Mis días en la librería Morisaki

“Asleep by the Smiths
Vapour Trail by Ride
Scarborough Fair by Simon & Garfunkel
A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum
Dear Prudence by the Beatles
Gypsy by Suzanne Vega
Nights in White Satin by the Moody Blues
Daydream by Smashing Pumpkins
Dusk by Genesis (before Phil Collins was even in the band!)
MLK by U2
Blackbird by the Beatles
Landslide by Fleetwood Mac
Asleep by the Smiths (again!)

-Charlie's mixtape”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“What's your favorite book?
"The last one I read.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense?”
― Edgar Allan Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart

“His eye was like the eye of a vulture, the eye of one of those terrible birds that watch and wait while an animal dies, and then fall upon the dead body and pull it to pieces to eat it.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart