Petra

“GIRL, write YOUR book dammit.
Who cares what people think?
If writers in the past cared what other people thought we'd still be glossing over 'inappropriate' kissing scenes.
Break the fucking rules.
Push yourself to the edge.
Show the world what YOU can do.
This is YOUR book. YOUR blood and guts.
AND, don't you EVER, EVER, write one single line for SOMEONE ELSE.”
― Madeline Sheehan

“It’s Tolstoy, by the way,” I say as I open the door.
He turns around. “What?”
Shut up, I tell myself. Shut up.
“The writer of Anna Karenina. Not Trotsky. Trotsky was a revolutionary who was stabbed with a
pickax in Mexico in 1940. But I can understand how the T thing could confuse you.”
― Melina Marchetta, Saving Francesca

“I told you, I’m awesome at everything,” he teased, putting the PS3 controller on the floor between us. “That includes video games.”
I watched as the character Wesley had been operating moved across the screen, doing some sort of odd victory dance. “Not fair,” I muttered. “Your sword was bigger than mine.”
“My sword is bigger than everyone’s.”
― Kody Keplinger, The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend

“While filling the car trunk I counted ten bottles of wine, four bottles of gin, a bottle of rum, three six-packs of beer, and a bunch of fruit as Kike had decided that a vacation without sangria was not a real vacation. We looked like a carnival of alcoholics.”
― Petra Pine, A Night to Slay For