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“A white bird with streaks of gold like a crown atop its head.
A fair-skinned boy with gold hair, the leader of Sector 45.
It was always him. All along.
The link.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“Words are like seeds, I think, planted into our hearts at a tender age.
They take root in us as we grow, settling deep into our souls. The good words plant well. They flourish and find homes in our hearts. They build trunks around our spines, steadying us when we're feeling most flimsy; planting our feet firmly when we're feeling most unsure. But the bad words grow poorly. Our trunks infest and spoil until we are hollow and housing the interests of others and not our own. We are forced to eat the fruit those words have borne, held hostage by the branches growing arms around our necks, suffocating us to death, one word at a time.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“He leans into my ear. Lowers his voice. "Ignite, my love, Ignite.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me