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“I trust men even less than I trust gods.”
― Heidi Heilig, The Ship Beyond Time

“I just liked girls because I couldn't help not to.”
― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post

“You don't have to do this for me," Emma was saying, softly but earnestly, in a voice Cristina had never heard her use before.
I think I do," said Julian. "I think I remember making a vow to that effect."
"'Whither thou goest, I will go, whatever stupid thing you do, I will do also?'" Emma said. "Was that the vow?”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“Remember, Mark is in charge.”
“Does he know that?” said Livvy.
Julian sought Mark in the crowd on the steps. He was standing with his hands behind his back, exchanging a mistrustful look with a carved stone gnome. “Your pretense does not fool me, gnome,” he muttered. “My eye will be upon you.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“I deserve better than that, you know? I deserve . . . I deserve to be someone's number one girl."

"You are."

"No, I'm not. She is. You're still protecting her, her secret, whatever that is. From what, though? From me? What have I ever done to her?”
― Jenny Han, P.S. I Still Love You

“Are you in a suit?" I managed at last, my voice choking up. "You didn’t have to dress up for me."

"Quiet, Sage," he said. "I’ll make the hilarious one-liners during this daring rescue.”
― Richelle Mead, Silver Shadows

“He bumped into a pay phone and said, 'Excuse me, miss,' on our way in," said Julian.

"It's polite to apologize," said Mark with the same small voice.

"Not to inanimate objects.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“I was desperate. I had to keep Annabeth alive. I imagined all the bubbles in the sea—always churning, rising. I imagined them coming together, being pulled toward me.
The sea obeyed. There was a flurry of white, a tickling sensation all around me, and when my vision cleared, Annabeth and I had a huge bubble of air around us. Only our legs stuck into the water.
She gasped and coughed. Her whole body shuddered, but when she looked at me, I knew the spell had been broken.
She started to sob—I mean horrible, heartbroken sobbing. She put her head on my shoulder and I held her.
Fish gathered to look at us—a school of barracudas, some curious marlins.
'Scram!' I told them.
They swam off, but I could tell they went reluctantly. I swear I understood their intentions.
They were about to start rumors flying around the sea about the son of Poseidon and some girl at the bottom of Siren Bay.”
― Rick Riordan, The Sea of Monsters

“I am not human.
I am a cyborg.
I am mechanic.
That's all I am... right?”
― Marissa Meyer, Cinder

“Her interface did that sometimes—recording moments of strong emotion and replaying them over and over. Like déjà vu or when the last words of a conversation linger in the air long after silence has settled in.”
― Marissa Meyer, Cinder

“When someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit.”
― Jenny Han, To All the Boys I've Loved Before

“You couldn't just leave her?"

"No," he says. "She's going through some shit right now. I'm just trying to be there for her. As a friend. That's it!"

"Gosh, she really knows how to work you, Peter!"

"It's not like that."

"It's always like that. She pulls the strings and you just . . ." I dangle my arms and head like a marionette doll.

Peter frowns. "That was mean."

"Well, I feel mean right now. So watch out."

"You're not mean, though. Not usually."

"Why can't you just tell me? You know I won't tell anyone. I really want to understand it, Peter."

"Because it's not for me to say. Don't try to make me tell you, because I can't."

"She's just doing this to manipulate you. It's what she does." I hear the jealousy in my voice, and I hate it, I hate it. This isn't me.”
― Jenny Han, P.S. I Still Love You

“Margot would say she belongs to herself. Kitty would say she belongs to no one. And I guess I would say I belong to my sisters and my dad, but that won’t always be true. To belong to someone—I didn’t know it, but now that I think about, it seems like that’s all I’ve ever wanted. To really be somebody’s, and to have them be mine.”
― Jenny Han, To All the Boys I've Loved Before

“You want a bonbon?” Silena asked. “My dad sent them. He thought—he thought they might cheer me up.” “Are they any good?” I asked. She shook her head. “They taste like cardboard.” I didn’t have anything against cardboard, so I tried one.”
― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

“It will get easier each time, I think. I hope. I just have to keep trying.”
― jenny han, To All the Boys I've Loved Before

“Church!" Emma scooped him up in her arms, and Church did what he usually did. He went limp.
"Is that cat dead?" Diana demanded.
"No, he isn't," Emma cooed, and kissed his furry face. Church went limper. "He just hates affection.”
― Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness

“Marius and Cosette were in the dark in regard to each other. They did not speak, they did not bow, they were not acquainted; they saw each other; and, like the stars in the sky separated by millions of leagues, they lived by gazing upon each other.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“Marianne had the sense that her real life was happening somewhere very far away, happening without her, and she didn't know if she would ever find out where it was or become part of it.”
― Sally Rooney, Normal People

“Make us human, they demanded
Agatha blanched. Since when could she understand animals?
Save us, princess, they cried.
Since when could she understand delusional animals?”
― Soman Chainani, The School for Good and Evil

“But you are my queen. No one but you. And I like seeing you wear it. Because as long as you do, I know you still love me. And given our history of miscommunication, physical cues are helpful.”
― Soman Chainani, The Last Ever After

“And girls need cold anger. They need the cold simmer, the ceaseless grudge, the talent to avoid forgiveness, the side stepping of compromise. They need to know when they say something that they will never back down, ever, ever.”
― Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West

“The body apologizes to the soul for its errors, and the soul asks forgiveness for squatting in the body without invitation.”
― Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West

“I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.”
― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

“Humans were so circular; they lived the same slow cycles of joy and misery over and over, never learning. Every lesson in the universe had to be taught billions of times, and it never stuck.

Maybe it was good that the world forgot every lesson, every good and bad memory, every triumph and failure, all of it dying with each generation. Perhaps this cultural amnesia spared them all. Perhaps if they remembered everything, hope would die instead.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“That night I learned there are two kinds of hunger. The first I can satisfy with cheeseburgers and chocolate milk, but there’s a second part of me, biding it’s time. It can go on like that for months, maybe even years, but sooner or later I’ll give in to it. It's like there’s a great big hole inside me, and once it takes his shape he's the only thing that can fill it.”
― Camille DeAngelis, Bones & All

“I could live there all alone, she thought, slowing the car to look down the winding garden path to the small blue front door with, perfectly, a white cat on the step. No one would ever find me there, either, behind all those roses, and just to make sure I would plant oleanders by the road. I will light a fire in the cool evenings and toast apples at my own hearth. I will raise white cats and sew white curtains for the windows and sometimes come out of my door to go to the store to buy cinnamon and tea and thread. People will come to me to have their fortunes told, and I will brew love potions for sad maidens; I will have a robin...”
― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House