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“We live and breathe words. .... It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt--I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted--and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Vorfelan rhinata morie" "El deseo de conocimiento forma a un hombre" - Wil”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

“Words were different when they lived inside of you.”
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

“It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“But magic is like pizza: even when it's bad, it's pretty good.”
― Neil Patrick Harris, Neil Patrick Harris: Choose Your Own Autobiography

“A child blind from birth doesn't even know he's blind until someone tells him. Even then he has only the most academic idea of what blindness is; only the formerly sighted have a real grip on the thing. Ben Hanscom had no sense of being lonely because he had never been anything but. If the condition had been new, or more localized, he might have understood, but loneliness both encompassed his life and overreached it.”
― Stephen King, It

“We lie best when we lie to ourselves.”
― Stephen King, It

“We never really talked much or even looked at each other, but it didn't matter because we were looking at the same sky together, which is maybe even more intimate than eye contact anyway. I mean, anybody can look at you. It's quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see.”
― John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

“The thing about writing is I can't tell if it's healing or destroying.”
― Rupi Kaur, Milk and honey

“No quiero que nos separemos. Pero tampoco quiero que ninguno de los dos renuncie a los sueños que durante tanto tiempo hemos atesorado. Nadie debería dejarlo todo por otra persona. Eso es engañarse. Eso es condenarse.”
― Iria G. Parente, Sueños de piedra

“Dos mundos diferentes pueden chocar en algún momento, pero no pueden coexistir de verdad.
-Dos mundo diferentes pueden crear un tercero completamente nuevo.”
― Iria G. Parente, Sueños de piedra

“Porque ser fuerte no significa alzar una muralla, como ella hace. No significa cerrarse al mundo.”
― Iria G. Parente, Sueños de piedra

“Con los pies ligeros nos adentramos en la noche para robarle horas al propio tiempo y magia a la mismísima luna.”
― Selene M. Pascual, Ladrones de libertad

“She faced her pretend Arin. His scar was healed. His gray eyes were startlingly clear. “You’re not real,” she reminded him.
“I feel real.” He brushed one finger across her lower lip. It suddenly seemed that there were no clouds in the sky, and that she sat in full sunshine. “You feel real,” he said.
The puppy yawned, her jaws closing with a snap. The sound brought Kestrel to herself. She felt a little embarrassed. Her pulse was high. But she couldn’t stop pretending.
Kestrel reached beneath her skirts to pull down a knee-high stocking.
Arin made a sound.
“I want to feel the grass beneath my feet,” Kestrel told him.
“Someone’s going to see you.”
“I don’t care.”
“But that someone is me, and you should have a care, Kestrel, for my poor heart.” He reached under the hem of her dress to catch her hand in the act of pulling down the second stocking. “You’re treating me quite badly,” he said, and slid the stocking free, his palm skimming along the path of her calf. He looked at her. His hand wrapped around her bare ankle. Kestrel became shy…though she had known full well what she was doing.
Arin grinned. With his free hand, he plucked a blade of grass. He tickled it against the sole of her foot. She laughed, jerking away.
He let her go. He settled down beside her, lying on his stomach on the grass, propped up by his elbow. Kestrel lay on her back. She heard birdsong: high and long, with a trill at the end. She gazed up at the sky. It was blue enough for summer.
“Perfect,” she said.
“Almost.”
She turned to look at him, and he was already looking at her. “I’m going to miss you when I wake up,” she whispered, because she realized that she must have fallen asleep under the sun. Arin was too real for her imagination. He was a dream.
“Don’t wake up,” he said.
The air smelled like new leaves. “You said you trusted me.”
“I did.” He added, “I do.”
“You are a dream.”
He smiled.
“I lied to you,” Kestrel said. “I kept secrets. I thought it was for the best. But it was because I didn’t trust you.”
Arin shifted onto his side. He caressed her cheek lightly with the back of his hand. That trailing sensation felt like the last note of the bird’s song. “No,” he agreed, his voice gentle. “You didn’t.”
Kestrel woke. The puppy was draped across her feet, sleeping. Her stockings lay in a small heap beside her. The sun had climbed in the sky. Her cheek was flushed, the skin tight: a little sunburned.
The puppy twitched, still lost in sleep. Kestrel envied her. She rested her head again on the grass.
She closed her eyes, and tried to find her way back into her dream.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

“Isn't that what stories do, make real things fake, and fake things real?”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Curse

“Happiness depends on being free, and freedom depends on being courageous.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Curse

“Never let anyone make you feel ordinary.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“Don't ignore half of me so you can fit me into a box. Don't do that.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“Make them pay you what they would pay a white man.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“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

“I'm bisexual. Don't ignore half of me so you can fit me into a box.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“Eres un capullo adorable, Cameron Parker”
― Alina Not, Saltan chispas

“Que cuando te enamoras de verdad ya no vuelves a estar en tu sano juicio nunca más.”
― Alina Not, Saltan chispas

“Dios, cómo lo he echado de menos. A este Cam. Ni siquiera sé cuál de sus versiones es la de verdad, pero este es el Cam por el que estoy absolutamente loca. Mierda. Estoy loca por él. Lo estoy. Totalmente colgada. Tanto, que me quedaría enganchada a esos ojitos verdes hasta mañana.”
― Alina Not, Sin miedo

“One must always be careful of books," said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“It's all right to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel