Page 12 Quotes

“They hanged my mother. I watched her body swing from the lower branches of a silk cotton tree. She had committed a crime for which there is no pardon. She had struck a white man. She had not killed him, however. In her clumsy rage she had only managed to gash his shoulder”
― Maryse Condé, I, Tituba, Black Witch of Salem

“I wished Annabeth was here. She'd know what to make of my dream. I'd never admit it to her, but she was smarter than me, even if she was annoying sometimes.”
― Rick Riordan, The Sea of Monsters

“People think first love is sweet, and never sweeter than when that first bond snaps. You’ve heard a thousand pop and country songs that prove the point; some fool got his heart broke. Yet that first broken heart is always the most painful, the slowest to mend, and leaves the most visible scar. What’s so sweet about that?”
― Stephen King, Joyland

“My fault”
― Rachel Caine, Ink and Bone

“After his late lunch, he lies down with his hands behind his head and beneath the pillow, feeling the cool that hides there. Which, like youth and beauty, doesn’t last long.”
― Stephen King, Billy Summers

“cause I won't love a man
Unless he is angry
Because of my father”
― Halsey, I Would Leave Me If I Could: A Collection of Poetry

“Robin's mind was oddly blank, as it had been sometimes at the end of a particularly fiendish examination, as if he'd scooped out its worthwhile contents with his fingers and smeared them grimly onto the page. The last time he'd felt this way was when he found out that his parents were dead. Instead of surprise, this. An exhausted, wrung-out space.”
― Freya Marske, A Marvellous Light

“When a man’s in love, he looks for looks. When a lady’s in love, ’scusing me, Mr. Lou, she looks to see how well-off she’s going to be.”
― Cornell Woolrich, Waltz into Darkness

“I like America very much,' she said. I replied that I liked France very much. And, as our future collaboration proved, we meant it.”
― Sylvia Beach, Shakespeare and Company

“French kiss. French toast. French fries. All the good things were French. For all I knew, French green beans tasted better than American ones. French songs had to be better than the country music that played on the only radio station in town.”
― Janet Skeslien Charles, The Paris Library