Amanda Morrow

“Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”
― Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems

“Ow!" she cried out. She would have a fresh bruise there by the time she went to sleep, somewhere out at sea. A bruise is a lesson, she told herself, and each lesson makes us better.
Syrio stepped back. "You are dead now."
Arya made a face. "You cheated," she said hotly. "You said left and you went right."
"Just so. And now you are a dead girl."
"But you lied!"
"My words lied. My eyes and my arm shouted out the truth, but you were not seeing."
"I was so," Arya said. "I watched you every second!"
"Watching is not seeing, dead girl. The water dancer sees. Come, put down the sword, it is time for listening now.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“If you're going to be bad, be bad with a purpose or else you're not worth forgiving.”
― L.J. Smith

“You never cut notches into your boot," he sats his voice back to even and his eyes back to calm.
"No,' I agree.
"Why?"
"No one needs to know," I say.
"To know what? How long you've lasted?" Vick asks.
"To know anything about me," I say.”
― Ally Condie, Crossed