Alison Miller

“I enjoy being shown things. Is there anything you require, like a spirit lamp, or--"

"It's not a seance, Henry," ... "You don't need to this if you don't want to, Miss Gray."

"Actually, I do require something." She turned to Jessamine. "Something of yours, please. A ring, or a handkerchief--"

Jessamine wrinkled her nose. "Dear me, it sounds to me rather as if your special powers is pickpocketing”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“We choose this. This place. This life. What it will be, and how we live it. We are not slaves to gods, or fate, or destinies woven in veils of smoke. We choose the people we want to be, and we choose the shape of the world in which we live. Nothing worthwhile comes without sacrifice. There is nothing so easy as swimming with the current, nothing so difficult as being the first to stand up. To say no. To point at a thing wrong and name it so. There are none so brave as those who choose to stand, when all others are content to kneel. None so worthy of the title 'hero' as those who fight when there are none to see it. Who choose a life bereft of accolade or fanfare, a life of struggle for the idea that we are all the same. Every one of us. And every one of us has the right to be happy. To know peace. To know love.”
― Jay Kristoff, Endsinger

“The truth is, the abyss lives in us. In our greed. In the way we look at things different to us, and see things lesser. In the way we see the smaller, or the weaker, and think them prey.

It begins with the beasts of the land, the birds of the sky. And in a blinking, we find ourselves seeing our lessers in people with different colored skins. Different gods. Different creeds. We see them as lessers, and we hurt, and we kill, and we think nothing of it. Because they are different, we think ourselves just. Because we are stronger, we think ourselves righteous.

That is the abyss in all of us. And we stand close to the edge still. Closer than any can dream. We need but stray for a moment and we will find ourselves back again, staring down into that black. And who will save us? When everything that was different to us is already gone?”
― Jay Kristoff, Endsinger

“I think they’ll probably put that on my gravestone. ‘He Was Heterosexual and Had Low Expectations.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire