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  • #1
    Leigh Bardugo
    “No Mourners.
    No Funerals.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #2
    Jane Austen
    “The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.”
    Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

  • #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
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Maybe there were people who lived those lives. Maybe this girl was one of them. But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #5
    Leigh Bardugo
    “She smiled then, her eyes red, her cheeks scattered with some kind of dust. It was a smile he thought he might die to earn again.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #6
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I don’t hold a grudge. I cradle it. I coddle it. I feed it fine cuts of meat and send it to the best schools. I nurture my grudges, Rollins.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #7
    Alice Oseman
    “I wonder – if nobody is listening to my voice, am I making any sound at all?”
    Alice Oseman, Radio Silence

  • #8
    Becca Fitzpatrick
    “I'll break out in hives if I don't eat something salty within the next forty-five seconds. And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what I want it to do.”
    Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

  • #9
    Oscar Wilde
    “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #10
    “I only ever have two moods. It's either
    I'll kill you or
    Someone kill me~”
    Nashita

  • #11
    Victoria Schwab
    “He was like one of those pictures full of small errors, the kind you could only pick out by searching the image from every angle, and even then, a few always slipped by. On the surface, Eli seemed perfectly normal, but now and then Victor would catch a crack, a sideways glance, a moment when his roommate's face and his words, his look and his meaning, would not line up. Those fleeting slices fascinated Victor. It was like watching two people, one hiding in the other's skin. And their skin was always too dry, on the verge of cracking and showing the color of the thing beneath.”
    Victoria Schwab, Vicious

  • #12
    Victoria Schwab
    “But these words people threw around - humans, monsters, heroes, villains - to Victor it was all just a matter of semantics. Someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. Someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them. Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.”
    V.E. Schwab, Vicious

  • #13
    Victoria Schwab
    “He wanted to care, he wanted to care so badly, but there was this gap between what he felt and what he wanted to feel, a space where something important had been carved out.”
    Victoria Schwab, Vicious

  • #14
    Victoria Schwab
    “The absence of pain led to an absence of fear, and the absence of fear led to a disregard for consequence.”
    Victoria Schwab, Vicious

  • #15
    Victoria Schwab
    “There are no good men in this game.”
    Victoria Schwab, Vicious

  • #16
    Victoria Schwab
    “Victor was naturally quiet, but even more so under pressure, which gave his peers the distinct impression he knew what he was doing, even when he didn't.”
    Victoria Schwab, Vicious

  • #17
    Victoria Schwab
    “Eli drew his fingers through a ring of water on the table. “I don’t want to be forgotten.” He said it so softly he worried Victor wouldn’t hear, not over the chatter of the bar, but he clamped his hand down on Eli’s shoulder. For a moment he looked so serious, but then he let go and slumped back in his seat. “Tell you what,” said Victor. “You remember me, and I’ll remember you, and that way we won’t be forgotten.” “That’s shit logic, Vic.” “It’s perfect.” “And what happens when we’re dead?” “We won’t die, then.” “You make cheating death sound so simple.” “We do seem awfully good at it,” said Victor cheerfully. He lifted his glass. “To never dying.” Eli lifted his. “To being remembered.” Their glasses clinked as Eli added, “Forever.”
    Victoria Schwab, Vicious

  • #18
    Victoria Schwab
    “All Eli had to do was smile. All Victor had to do was lie. Both proved frighteningly effective.”
    Victoria Schwab, Vicious

  • #19
    Victoria Schwab
    “If Eli really was a hero, and Victor meant to stop him, did that make him a villain?

    He took a long sip of his drink, tipped his head back against the couch, and decided he could live with that.”
    Victoria Schwab, Vicious

  • #20
    Victoria Schwab
    “We are all immortal until proven otherwise?”
    V.E. Schwab, Vicious

  • #21
    Victoria Schwab
    “He wasn't made of flesh and bone, or starlight.
    He was made of darkness.”
    Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song

  • #22
    Victoria Schwab
    “I read somewhere," said Kate, "that people are made of stardust."

    He dragged his eyes from the sky. "Really?"

    "Maybe that's what you're made of. Just like us."

    And despite everything, August smiled.”
    Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song

  • #23
    “Writing is hard, you know. The fact that you’re just supposed to sit down and have a million thoughts flow into your head is crazy. You could have a week where nothing but sadness floods your mind and you can’t think of anything and then you can have one day where your mind decides to change and goes wild with happy thoughts of even the stupidest things. So if you ask me how I think of what to write, I mean, I have no idea. They come to me, and sometimes they suck, but that doesn’t mean I don’t write them down. You need to write everything. The good and the bad and the sad and the happy, because one day you’ll look to the past and decide to read what you had written a while back. and I guess when you do you’ll be reminded of the friends, the breakups, the love, the loss, the ups, the downs, the rain and the sun. and I guess by then you’ll realize that’s all part of life. and life can be shitty. but fuck it. just live. One morning, any morning, you need to wake up and say to yourself, what the hell have you been doing until now, and you need to go out and live, because frankly, that’s all life’s got to offer.”
    Mae Krell, All The Things I Never Said

  • #24
    Cassandra Clare
    “You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #25
    Amal El-Mohtar
    “Books are letters in bottles, cast into the waves of time, from one person trying to save the world to another.”
    Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

  • #26
    Sohn Won-Pyung
    “To borrow Granny’s description, a bookstore is a place densely populated with tens of thousands of authors, dead or living, residing side by side. But books are quiet. They remain dead silent until somebody flips open a page. Only then do they spill out their stories, calmly and thoroughly, just enough at a time for me to handle.”
    Won-pyung Sohn, Almond

  • #27
    Durian Sukegawa
    “All experience adds up to a life lived as only you could. I feel sure the day will come when you can say: this is my life.”
    Durian Sukegawa, Sweet Bean Paste

  • #28
    Durian Sukegawa
    “It’s my belief that everything in this world has its own language. We have the ability to open up our ears and minds to anything and everything. That could be someone walking down the street, or it could be the sunshine or the wind.”
    Durian Sukegawa, Sweet Bean Paste

  • #29
    Durian Sukegawa
    “If I were not here, this full moon would not be here. Neither would the trees. Or the wind. If my view of the world disappears, then everything that I see disappears too. It’s as simple as that.”
    Durian Sukegawa, Sweet Bean Paste

  • #30
    Alice Oseman
    “I wonder sometimes whether you've exploded already, like a star, and what I'm seeing you is three million years into the past, and you're not here anyore. How can we be together here, now, when you are so far away. When you are so far ago? I'm shouting so loudly, but you never turn around to see me. Perhaps it is I who have already exploded. Either way, we are going to bring beautiful things into the universe.”
    Alice Oseman, Radio Silence



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