Moa Andersson

“Then it was my turn. I was sixteen, I told them. I saw a few kids’ eyes widen. Olive laughed in surprise. It was strange to them that I should be so young, but what was strange to me was how young they seemed. I knew plenty of eighty-year-olds in Florida, and these kids acted nothing like them. It was as if the constance of their lives here, the unvarying days—this perpetual deathless summer—had arrested their emotions as well as their bodies, sealing them in their youth like Peter Pan and his Lost Boys.”
― Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

“Millard! Who's the prime minister?"

"Winston Churchill," he said. "Have you gone daft?"

"What's the capital of Burma?"

"Lord, I've no idea. Rangoon?"

"Good! When's your birthday?"

"Will you quit shouting and let me bleed in peace!”
― Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

“I must apologize,” he said. “It seems I’ve gone and gotten myself shot.”
― Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

“You're alive only once, as far as we know, and what could be worse than getting to the end of your life and realizing you hadn't lived it?”
― Edward Albee