79,130 books
—
295,064 voters
Discover new books on Goodreads
Meet your next favorite book
I was a cog in a terrible machine for years, and now I’m honored to be the monkey wrench dismantling it.
“You can be just friends with people, you know," Orla said. "I think it's crazy how you're in love with all those raven boys."
Orla wasn't wrong, of course. But what she didn't realize about Blue and her boys was that they were all in love with one another. She was no less obsessed with them than they were with her, or one another, analyzing every conversation and gesture, drawing out every joke into a longer and longer running gag, spending each moment either with one another or thinking about when next they would be with one another. Blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship that wasn't all-encompassing, that wasn't blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. It was just that now that she'd had this kind, she didn't want the other.”
― Blue Lily, Lily Blue
Orla wasn't wrong, of course. But what she didn't realize about Blue and her boys was that they were all in love with one another. She was no less obsessed with them than they were with her, or one another, analyzing every conversation and gesture, drawing out every joke into a longer and longer running gag, spending each moment either with one another or thinking about when next they would be with one another. Blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship that wasn't all-encompassing, that wasn't blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. It was just that now that she'd had this kind, she didn't want the other.”
― Blue Lily, Lily Blue
“Human nature has its fatal weaknesses, but 'love' means embracing the whole of human nature, the bad within the good, the benign within the malicious, the beautiful within the tragic. 'Love' is the experience of this whole, its unfinished parts, including those of one's own in relation to those of the other.”
― Last Words from Montmartre
― Last Words from Montmartre
“Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I'd strike the sun if it insulted me.”
― Moby-Dick or, The Whale
― Moby-Dick or, The Whale
“To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.”
― Waiting for Godot
― Waiting for Godot
kt’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at kt’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
More friends…
Favorite Genres
Polls voted on by kt
Lists liked by kt


































