Amy Trevino

“A dreamer,” scorns her mother.

“A dreamer,” mourns her father.

“A dreamer,” warns Estele.

Still, it does not seem such a bad word.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“Without guilt we would all be monsters. And memory is the ink with which we list our crimes.”
― Mark Lawrence, The Book That Wouldn’t Burn

“There are no useless skills, girl. Only talents that have yet to find an application.”
― Mark Lawrence, The Book That Wouldn’t Burn

“When there was but a gray speck of his heart left, he bend down and kissed her again, briefly, a brush of lips. A grain of dust may contain a universe, and it was the same for him. Within that gray speck there lived his love and he gave it to Casiopea, for her to see. He'd fallen in love slowly and quietly, and it was a quiet sort of love, full of phrases left unsaid, laced with dreams. He had imagined himself a man for her, and he allowed her to see the extant of this man, and he gave her this speck of heart, which was a man, to hold for a moment before taking it back the second before it faded.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, Gods of Jade and Shadow