Kaitlyn

“Ugh." Another shudder racked through Presley before he hurried out the door, muttering under his breath about being suspicious of anything that bleeds for a week and doesn’t die.”
― Chloe Walsh, Pocketful of Shame

“I just want to tell my story. Because this is what I do. I play Russian roulette with Fate, knowing someday a therapist will break confidentiality and turn me in. It’s like when I was a child, weighed down by guilt over some wrongdoing but fearing the punishment too much to confess outright. I’d drop clues, reasoning that if I was meant to be caught, those hints would chamber the round. Magical, childish thinking, but it’s what I do now. I tell my story and reason that if I’m truly meant to be punished, a therapist will turn me in.”
― Kelley Armstrong, City of the Lost

“It becomes evident that Olmo hasn't really been spotting his underwear, at least not with blood. Azzy has messed with his gullibility.
Dad shoots Azzy a we'll-talk-about-this-later look. "Olmo, diarrhea and periods are very different things."
Azzy smiles maliciously. "Diarrhea is hereditary; it runs in your jeans.”
― Mya Robarts, The V Girl: A Coming of Age Story

“To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys."
Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury