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  • #1
    Libba Bray
    “There are no safe choices. Only other choices.”
    Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty

  • #2
    Libba Bray
    “Do you ever feel that way?"
    "Lonely?"
    I search for the words. "Restless. As if you haven't really met yourself yet. As is you'd passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - 'Ah! There I Am! I've been missing that piece!' But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it."
    He nods, and I think he's appeasing me. I feel stupid of having said it. It's sentimental and true, and I've revealed a part of myself I shouldn't have.
    "Do you know what I think?" Kartik says at last.
    "What?"
    "Sometimes, I think you can glimpse it in another.”
    Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing

  • #3
    Seanan McGuire
    “Everyone thinks of them in terms of poisoned apples and glass coffins, and forgets that they represent girls who walked into dark forests and remade them into their own reflections.”
    Seanan McGuire, Indexing

  • #4
    Laini Taylor
    “It is a condition of monsters that they do not perceive themselves as such. The dragon, you know, hunkered in the village devouring maidens, heard the townsfolk cry 'Monster!' and looked behind him.”
    Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone

  • #5
    Libba Bray
    “You must remember, my dear lady, the most important rule of any successful illusion: First, the people must want to believe in it.”
    Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing

  • #6
    Libba Bray
    “Shall I tell you a story? A new and terrible one? A ghost story? Are you ready? Shall I begin? Once upon a time there were four girls. One was pretty. One was clever. One charming, and one...one was mysterious. But they were all damaged, you see. Something not right about the lot of them. Bad blood. Big dreams. Oh, I left that part out. Sorry, that should have come before. They were all dreamers, these girls. One by one, night after night, the girls came together. And they sinned. Do you know what that sin was? No one? Pippa? Ann? Their sin was that they believed. Believed they could be different. Special. They believed they could change what they were--damaged, unloved. Cast-off things. They would be alive, adored, needed. Necessary. But it wasn't true. This is a ghost story remember? A tragedy. They were misled. Betrayed by their own stupid hopes. Things couldn't be different for them, because they weren't special after all. So life took them, led them, and they went along, you see? They faded before their own eyes, till they were nothing more than living ghosts, haunting each other with what could be. With what can't be. There, now. Isn't that the scariest story you've ever heard?”
    Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty

  • #7
    Mitali Perkins
    “Good humor pokes fun at the powerful — not the weak.”
    Mitali Perkins, Open Mic: Riffs on Life Between Cultures in Ten Voices

  • #8
    Libba Bray
    “I do not want to pass the time. I want to grab hold of it and leave my mark upon the world.”
    Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing

  • #9
    Madeleine L'Engle
    “A straight line is not the shortest distance between two points.”
    Madeleine L'Engle, A Wrinkle in Time: With Related Readings

  • #10
    Laini Taylor
    “Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?”
    Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone

  • #11
    Libba Bray
    “Some mornings, she’d wake and vow, Today, I will get it right. I won’t be such an awful mess of a girl. I won’t lose my temper or make unkind remarks. I won’t go too far with a joke and feel the room go quiet with disapproval. I’ll be good and kind and sensible and patient. The sort everyone loves. But by evening, her good intentions would have unraveled. She’d say the wrong thing or talk a little too loudly. She’d take a dare she shouldn’t, just to be noticed. Perhaps Mabel was right, and she was selfish. But what was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all? “Oh, Evie, you’re too much,” people said, and it wasn’t complimentary. Yes, she was too much. She felt like too much inside all the time. So why wasn’t she ever enough?”
    Libba Bray, The Diviners

  • #12
    Libba Bray
    “To those who will see, the world waits.”
    Libba Bray

  • #13
    Franny Billingsley
    “I've confessed to everything and I'd like to be hanged. Now, if you please.

    I don't mean to be difficult, but I can't bear to tell my story. I can't relive those memories—the touch of the Dead Hand, the smell of eel, the gulp and swallow of the swamp. How can you possibly think me innocent? Don't let my face fool you; it tells the worst lies. A girl can have the face of an angel but have a horrid sort of heart.

    I know you believe you're giving me a chance—or, rather, it's the Chime Child giving me the chance. She's desperate, of course, not to hang an innocent girl again, but please believe me: Nothing in my story will absolve me of guilt. It will only prove what I've already told you, which is that I'm wicked. Can't the Chime Child take my word for it?

    In any event, where does she expect me to begin? The story of a wicked girl has no true beginning. I'd have to begin with the day I was born.

    If Eldric were to tell the story, he'd likely begin with himself, on the day he arrived in the Swampsea. That's where proper stories begin, don't they, when the handsome stranger arrives and everything goes wrong?

    But this isn't a proper story, and I'm telling you, I ought to be hanged.”
    Franny Billingsley, Chime

  • #14
    Libba Bray
    “There is an ancient tribal proverb I once heard in India. It says that before we can see properly we must first shed our tears to clear the way.”
    Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing

  • #15
    Libba Bray
    “She was tired of being told how it was by this generation, who’d botched things so badly. They’d sold their children a pack of lies: God and country. Love your parents. All is fair. And then they’d sent those boys, her brother, off to fight a great monster of a war that maimed and killed and destroyed whatever was inside them. Still they lied, expecting her to mouth the words and play along. Well, she wouldn’t. She knew now that the world was a long way from fair. She knew the monsters were real.”
    Libba Bray, The Diviners

  • #16
    Libba Bray
    “There were few things worse than being ordinary, in Evie’s opinion. Ordinary was for suckers.”
    Libba Bray, The Diviners

  • #17
    Libba Bray
    “But what was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all?”
    Libba Bray, The Diviners

  • #18
    Suzanne Collins
    “Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.”
    Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

  • #19
    Libba Bray
    “People have a habit of inventing fictions they will believe wholeheartedly in order to ignore the truth they cannot accept.”
    Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing

  • #20
    Suzanne Collins
    “Are you, are you coming to the tree?
    Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me.
    Strange things did happen here.
    No stranger would let it be if we met up
    At midnight in the hanging tree.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #21
    Libba Bray
    “You can never really know someone completely. That’s why it’s the most terrifying thing in the world, really—taking someone on faith, hoping they’ll take you on faith too. It’s such a precarious balance, It’s a wonder we do it at all. And yet..”
    Libba Bray

  • #22
    Libba Bray
    “In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We’re each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We’ve got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there is a lot of grey to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.”
    Libba Bray

  • #23
    Meg Cabot
    “Write the kind of story you would like to read. People will give you all sorts of advice about writing, but if you are not writing something you like, no one else will like it either.”
    Meg Cabot

  • #24
    Sarah Ockler
    “Not so long ago I'd been convinced that losing my voice was the worst thing that could ever happen to me, the worst tragedy. But since then I'd been losing my whole self, everything I stood for, believed in, felt. Everything I ever wanted to be. Everything I ever was.”
    Sarah Ockler, The Summer of Chasing Mermaids

  • #25
    Sarah Ockler
    “When one dream burns to ash, you don't crumble beneath it. You get on your hands and knees, and you sift through those ashes until you find the very last ember, the very last spark. Then you breathe. You breathe. You fucking breathe. And you make a new fire.”
    Sarah Ockler, The Summer of Chasing Mermaids

  • #26
    “Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?”
    Garth Nix, Sabriel

  • #27
    “I love you," he whispered. "I hope you don't mind.”
    Garth Nix, Sabriel

  • #28
    “Why, Yrael?” it said, as the last of the dark gave way to silver, and the shining sphere of metal sank slowly to the ground. “Why?”

    “Life,” said Yrael, who was more Mogget than it ever knew. “Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.”
    Garth Nix, Abhorsen

  • #29
    Amie Kaufman
    “Perhaps bravery is simply the face humanity wraps around its collective madness.”
    Amie Kaufman, Illuminae

  • #30
    Amie Kaufman
    “Are you afraid?"

    "Yes."

    "Energy never stops, remember. It just changes forms."

    "I am still afraid.”
    Amie Kaufman, Illuminae



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