Jana

“You never stopped dancing,” Grayson said behind her. “Every time you move, you dance.” “I do not.” Arguing with him was the easiest thing in the world. “It’s there in the way you hold your head, like there’s music the rest of us can’t hear.” Grayson Hawthorne was a natural debater. “Every step you take, every twist, every turn, every pissed-off whirl.” He could have stopped there and won. He didn’t. “The way you stand,” he continued mercilessly, “one foot slightly in front of the other. The way you lift your heels off the ground when you’re deep in thought, like it’s everything you can do not to rise all the way to the tips of your toes. The spread of your fingers when your hands hang loose by your side. The lines of your body when you stretch those hands overhead.” The chandelier, Lyra thought. “Believe me, Lyra Kane.” Grayson’s voice was deeper now. “You never stopped dancing.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes

“All of us had a way of regaining the control that life had taken away from us. For Sloane, it was numbers. For Lia, it was keeping her true self buried beneath layers of lies. Michael intentionally provoked anger instead of waiting for someone else’s fuse to blow. Dean did everything he could to keep his emotions in check. And I use knowing things about people as an excause to keep them from knowing me.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Bad Blood

“Sometimes people don't mean what they say," he interrupted. "Did she look like she meant it, dipshit?"
"Geez, Mick, I don't know," I said, offhandedly wondering how the hell this bizarre conversation with Mick Boche could be happening.
And also—no, she didn't look like she meant it.
She'd cried while she told me she needed a break.
"And sometimes people do things they don't want to do. That they feel like they have to do.”
― Lynn Painter, Fake Skating

“Excuse me, Abigail, but whose shift did she get away during?' Townsend asked with a glare.

'Excuse me, Townsend, but who was supposed to booby-trap the doors?'

'I'm an agent of Her Majesty's Secret Service,' Townsend said, indignant. 'I do not do booby traps.”
― Ally Carter, Out of Sight, Out of Time