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  • #1
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “While I'm gone," Gansey said, pausing, "dream me the world. Something new for every night.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves

  • #2
    Michelle   Cooper
    “And I’ll gaze across the chasm to the other side of the island, where I can still sometimes catch sight of a curly-haired urchin running joyously through the tall purple grass, her faithful dog at her heels.”
    Michelle Cooper, The FitzOsbornes at War

  • #3
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I would have come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #4
    Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
    “The problem with gender is that it prescribes how we should be rather than recognizing how we are. Imagine how much happier we would be, how much freer to be our true individual selves, if we didn’t have the weight of gender expectations.”
    Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, We Should All Be Feminists

  • #5
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Stay,” she panted. Tears leaked from her eyes. “Stay till the end.”
    “And after,” he said. “And always.”
    “I want to feel safe again. I want to go home to Ravka.”
    “Then I’ll take you there. We’ll set fire to raisins or whatever you heathens do for fun.”
    “Zealot,” she said weakly.
    “Witch.”
    “Barbarian.”
    “Nina,” he whispered, “little red bird. Don’t go.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #6
    Joseph Fink
    “She left the shower as most people leave showers, clean and a little lonely.”
    Joseph Fink, Welcome to Night Vale

  • #7
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Scheming face,” Inej murmured.
    Jesper nodded. “Definitely.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #8
    Joseph Fink
    “People are beautiful when they do beautiful things.”
    Joseph Fink, Welcome to Night Vale

  • #9
    Joseph Fink
    “Sleep is confusing. Dreams are baffling. The concept of transitioning from one perceived reality to another is a tolerated madness.”
    Joseph Fink, Welcome to Night Vale

  • #10
    Elizabeth Wein
    “It's like being in love, discovering your best friend.”
    Elizabeth Wein, Code Name Verity

  • #11
    Elizabeth Wein
    “A part of me will always be unflyable, stuck in the climb.”
    Elizabeth Wein, Code Name Verity

  • #12
    Yaa Gyasi
    “No one forgets that they were once captive, even if they are now free.”
    Yaa Gyasi, Homegoing

  • #13
    Sally Rooney
    “You think everyone you like is special, she said. I'm just a normal person. When you get to like someone, you make them feel like they're different from everyone else. You're doing it with Nick, you did it with me once.”
    Sally Rooney, Conversations with Friends

  • #14
    Sally Rooney
    “I lay there in the bath not thinking, not doing anything. After a few seconds, I heard her open the front door, and then her voice saying: she's had a really rough day, so just be nice to her. And Nick said: I know, I will. I loved them both so much in this moment that I wanted to appear in front of them like a benevolent ghost and sprinkle blessings into their lives. Thank you, I wanted to say. Thank you both. You are my family now.”
    Sally Rooney, Conversations with Friends

  • #15
    Sally Rooney
    “She closes her eyes. He probably won’t come back, she thinks. Or he will, differently. What they have now they can never have back again. But for her the pain of loneliness will be nothing to the pain that she used to feel, of being unworthy. He brought her goodness like a gift and now it belongs to her. Meanwhile his life opens out before him in all directions at once. They’ve done a lot of good for each other. Really, she thinks, really. People can really change one another.
    You should go, she says. I’ll always be here. You know that.”
    Sally Rooney, Normal People

  • #16
    Tana French
    “We lay side by side on the extension roof, hands behind our heads, elbows just touching. My head was still spinning a little, not unpleasantly, from the dancing and the wine. The breeze was warm across my face, and even through the city lights I could see constellations: the Big Dipper, Orion's Belt. The pine tree at the bottom of the garden rustled like the sea, ceaselessly. For a moment I felt as if the universe had turned upside down and we were falling softly into an enormous black bowl of stars and nocturne, and I knew, beyond any doubt, that everything was going to be all right.”
    Tana French, In the Woods

  • #17
    Celeste Ng
    “Sometimes you need to scorch everything to the ground, and start over. After the burning the soil is richer, and new things can grow. People are like that, too. They start over. They find a way.”
    Celeste Ng, Little Fires Everywhere

  • #18
    Celeste Ng
    “Mia held her for a moment, buried her nose in the part of Pearl's hair. Every time she did this, she was comforted by how Pearl smelled exactly the same. She smelled, Mia thought suddenly, of home, as if home had never been a place, but had always been this little person whom she'd carried alongside her.”
    Celeste Ng, Little Fires Everywhere

  • #19
    Celeste Ng
    “Do you want me to leave?'
    Lexie shook her head. 'Stay,' she said. 'It's fine. I'm fine. Just stay.'
    After a moment, Izzy slid a square piece of paper across the table, and Lexie took it and began to follow her sister's lead: folding over, back, to the center, out, until at last she took hold of the corners and pulled and a crane bloomed like a pale flower in her hands.”
    Celeste Ng, Little Fires Everywhere

  • #20
    Shirley Jackson
    “The trees around and overhead were so thick that it was always dry inside and on Sunday morning I lay there with Jonas, listening to his stories. All cat stories start with the statement: "My mother, who was the first cat, told me this," and I lay with my head close to Jonas and listened. There was no change coming, I thought here, only spring; I was wrong to be so frightened. The days would get warmer, and Uncle Julian would sit in the sun, and Constance would laugh when she worked in the garden, and it would always be the same. Jonas went on and on ("And then we sang! And then we sang!") and the leaves moved overhead and it would always be the same.”
    Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle

  • #21
    Shirley Jackson
    “I was held tight, wound round with wire, I couldn't breathe, and I had to run. I threw the sweater on the floor and went out the door and down to the creek where I always went. Jonas found me after a while and we lay there together, protected from the rain by the trees crowding overhead, dim and rich in the kind of knowing, possessive way trees have of pressing closer. I looked back at the trees and listened to the soft sound of the water. There was no cousin, no Charles Blackwood, no intruder inside. [...] I fell asleep listening to Jonas, just as the shadows were coming down. Sometime during the night Jonas left me to go hunting, and I woke a little when he came back, pressing against me to get warm. "Jonas," I said, and he purred comfortably. When I woke up the early morning mists were wandering lightly along the creek, curling around my face and touching me. I lay there laughing, feeling the almost imaginary brush of the mist across my eyes, and looking up into the trees.”
    Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle

  • #22
    Celeste Ng
    “When a long, long time later, he stares down at the silent blue marble of the earth and thinks of his sister, as he will at every important moment of his life. He doesn't know this yet, but he senses it deep down in his core. So much will happen, he thinks, that I would want to tell you.”
    Celeste Ng, Everything I Never Told You

  • #23
    Celeste Ng
    “She recognized it at once: love, one-way deep adoration that bounced off and did not bounce back; careful, quiet love that didn't care and went on anyway.”
    Celeste Ng, Everything I Never Told You

  • #24
    Celeste Ng
    “He can guess, but he won't ever know, not really. What it was like, what she was thinking, everything she'd never told him. Whether she thought he'd failed her, or whether she wanted him to let her go. This, more than anything, makes him feel that she is gone.”
    Celeste Ng, Everything I Never Told You

  • #25
    Joan Didion
    “We are not idealized wild things.
    We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we were. As we are no longer. As we will one day not be at all.”
    Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

  • #26
    Joan Didion
    “I could not count the times during the average day when something would come up that I needed to tell him. This impulse did not end with his death. What ended was the possibility of response.”
    Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

  • #27
    Joan Didion
    “Visible mourning reminds us of death, which is construed as unnatural, a failure to manage the situation. “A single person is missing for you, and the whole world is empty,” Philippe Ariès wrote to the point of this aversion in Western Attitudes toward Death. “But one no longer has the right to say so aloud.”
    Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking



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