~F1ya~

“What’s this?” he whispers to me, holding up one of his utensils. “A butter knife.” Day scowls at it, running a finger along its blunt, rounded edge. “This,” he mutters, “is not a knife.” Beside him, Serge notices his hesitation too. “I take it you’re not accustomed to forks and knives where you’re from?” he says coolly to him. Day stiffens, but he doesn’t miss a beat. He grabs a larger carving knife, purposely disturbing his place’s careful setup, and gestures casually with it. Both Serge and Mariana edge away from the table. “Where I come from, we’re more about efficiency,” he replies. “A knife like this’ll skewer food, smear butter, and slit throats all at the same time.”
― Marie Lu, Champion

“I am tired of being used, hurt, and cast aside. It is my turn to use. My turn to hurt.”
― Marie Lu, The Young Elites

“Everyone has a different way of escaping the dark stillness of their mind.”
― Marie Lu, Warcross

“Everyone has a nightmare.” He pressed his forehead against hers. “Maybe I want you to be mine.”
― Marissa Meyer, Supernova