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  • #1
    Gillian Flynn
    “The face you give the world tells the world how to treat you.”
    Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

  • #2
    Gillian Flynn
    “Safer to be feared than loved.”
    Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

  • #3
    Gillian Flynn
    “Every time people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes.”
    Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

  • #4
    Oscar Wilde
    “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #5
    Madeline Miller
    “I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #6
    Madeline Miller
    “Name one hero who was happy."
    I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back.
    "You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward.
    "I can't."
    "I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."
    "Tell me." I loved it when he was like this.
    "I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it."
    "Why me?"
    "Because you're the reason. Swear it."
    "I swear it," I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.
    "I swear it," he echoed.
    We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned.
    "I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #7
    Madeline Miller
    “When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #8
    Madeline Miller
    “We were like gods at the dawning of the world, & our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #9
    Madeline Miller
    “He smiled, and his face was like the sun.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #10
    Madeline Miller
    “I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.
    "Go," she says. "He waits for you."

    In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #11
    Frank Herbert
    “I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
    Frank Herbert, Dune

  • #12
    Frank Herbert
    “What do you despise? By this are you truly known.”
    Frank Herbert, Dune

  • #13
    Frank Herbert
    “Belief can be manipulated. Only knowledge is dangerous.”
    Frank Herbert

  • #14
    Frank Herbert
    “The mind commands the body and it obeys. The mind orders itself and meets resistance.”
    Frank Herbert, Dune

  • #15
    Cassandra Clare
    “We could—” he started, then stopped, swallowed, and started again. “We could become parabatai.”
    He said it shyly, half-turning his face away from her, so that the shadows partially hid his expression.
    “Then they couldn’t separate us,” he added. “Not ever.”
    Emma felt her heart turn over. “Jules, being parabatai is a big deal,” she said. “It’s—it’s forever.”
    He looked at her, his face open and guileless. There was no trickery in Jules, no darkness. “Aren’t we forever?” he asked.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

  • #16
    R.F. Kuang
    “War doesn't determine who's right. War determines who remains.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War
    tags: war

  • #17
    R.F. Kuang
    “I have become something wonderful, she thought. I have become something terrible. Was she now a goddess or a monster? Perhaps neither. Perhaps both.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #18
    R.F. Kuang
    “They were monsters!" Rin shrieked. "They were not human!"

    "Have you ever considered" he said slowly "that that was exactly what they thought of us?”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #19
    R.F. Kuang
    “We aren’t here to be sophisticated. We’re here to fuck people up.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #20
    R.F. Kuang
    “Sir?” Kitay asked. The magistrate turned to look at him. “What?” With a grunt, Kitay raised the crate over his head and flung it to the ground. It landed on the dirt with a hard thud, not the tremendous crash Rin had rather been hoping for. The wooden lid of the crate popped off. Out rolled several very nice porcelain teapots, glazed with a lovely flower pattern. Despite their tumble, they looked unbroken. Then Kitay took to them with a slab of wood. When he was done smashing them, he pushed his wiry curls out of his face and whirled on the sweating magistrate, who cringed in his seat as if afraid Kitay might start smashing at him, too. “We are at war,” Kitay said. “And you are being evacuated because for gods know what reason, you’ve been deemed important to this country’s survival. So do your job. Reassure your people. Help us maintain order. Do not pack your fucking teapots.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #21
    R.F. Kuang
    “But the boy already had a god of his own. And the gods were selfish.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #22
    R.F. Kuang
    “I don't need your pity. I need you to kill them for me. You have to kill them for me," Venka hissed. "Swear it. Swear on your blood that you will burn them.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #23
    R.F. Kuang
    “On the third day, Emperor Ryohai of the Federation of Mugen issued by courier pigeon a formal demand to the Empress Su Daji for the return of his soldier at Muriden. The Empress called the Twelve Warlords to her throne at Sinegard and deliberated for seventy-two hours. On the sixth day, the Empress formally replied that Ryohai could go fuck himself.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #24
    R.F. Kuang
    “I command the Cike.” Chaghan looked sideways at her. His expression was grim. “You are going to paint the world in Altan’s blood, aren’t you?” “I’m going to find and kill everyone responsible,” said Rin. “You cannot stop me.” Chaghan laughed a dry, cutting laugh. “Oh, I’m not going to stop you.” He held out his hand. She grasped it, and the drowned land and the ash-choked sky bore witness to the pact between Seer and Speerly.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #25
    Megan Abbott
    “There's something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls.”
    Megan Abbott, Dare Me

  • #26
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “...things get broken, and sometimes they get repaired, and in most cases, you realize that no matter what gets damaged, life rearranges itself to compensate for your loss, sometimes wonderfully.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #27
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “Why wasn’t friendship as good as a relationship? Why wasn’t it even better? It was two people who remained together, day after day, bound not by sex or physical attraction or money or children or property, but only by the shared agreement to keep going, the mutual dedication to a union that could never be codified.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #28
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “What he knew, he knew from books, and books lied, they made things prettier.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #29
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “Who am I? Who am I?”
    “You’re Jude St. Francis. You are my oldest, dearest friend. You’re the son of Harold Stein and Julia Altman. You’re the friend of Malcolm Irvine, of Jean-Baptiste Marion, of Richard Goldfarb, of Andy Contractor, of Lucien Voigt, of Citizen van Straaten, of Rhodes Arrowsmith, of Elijah Kozma, of Phaedra de los Santos, of the Henry Youngs. You’re a New Yorker. You live in SoHo. You volunteer for an arts organization; you volunteer for a food kitchen. You’re a swimmer. You’re a baker. You’re a cook. You’re a reader. You have a beautiful voice, though you never sing anymore. You’re an excellent pianist. You’re an art collector. You write me lovely messages when I’m away. You’re patient. You’re generous. You’re the best listener I know. You’re the smartest person I know, in every way. You’re the bravest person I know, in every way. You’re a lawyer. You’re the chair of the litigation department at Rosen Pritchard and Klein. You love your job; you work hard at it. You’re a mathematician. You’re a logician. You’ve tried to teach me, again and again. You were treated horribly. You came out on the other end. You were always you.”

    "And who are you?"
    "I'm Willem Ragnarsson. And I will never let you go.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #30
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “Fairness is for happy people, for people who have been lucky enough to have lived a life defined more by certainties than by ambiguities.
    Right and wrong, however, are for—well, not unhappy people, maybe, but scarred people; scared people.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life



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