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“What kind of person is so hard on the inside that she cries diamonds?”
― Danielle Paige, Dorothy Must Die

“In the sketch, I was sitting on the garden wall, my face in profile as I stared into the distance. My eyes were unfocused. A cigarette burned, forgotten, between my fingers. Raf drew me as I was, with round curves, folds in my stomach, and chubby thighs—but through his eyes I was beautiful. Because those features were just small parts of the picture. My face, which undoubtedly was blotchy from crying that night, was clear and angled. Even my messy bun was more of a purposeful updo, with soft tendrils that framed my face. The shirt that I'd been wearing that I'd worried was too tight instead hugged my curves purposefully and exposed a little cleavage. Or at least, that's how Raf had drawn it.”
― Lizzy Mason, The Art of Losing

“I envy the mortals. It's because they're weak and damaged that they can love. She shakes her head. We need nothing. They’re lucky to need each other.”
― Julie Berry, Lovely War

“Guy don't need no sense to be a nice fella. Seems to me sometimes it jus' works the other way around. Take a real smart guy and he ain't hardly ever a nice fella.”
― John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men