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“Alexandre's smile vanished once more. "What have I told you about profanity?"
The girl sighed, though she couldn't help but smile as the pedantic change of tone. "A true lady never curses," she parroted back at him.
"And do we know why?"
Adrienne blinked. He'd never gotten into it, and she'd assumed it was another of the endlessly labyrithine laws of etiquette. "Umm, because it's not ladylike?" she ventured.
"No. Because a true lady should have the wit and the imagination, or at the very least the restraint, to express herself without resorting to such base vocabulary.”
― Ari Marmell, Thief's Covenant

“They're just paintings. Pretty enough, but just paintings. They aren't expressions or emotions...or me. I mean they told us to paint landscapes and I obeyed; I painted landscapes. Landscapes that belong on walls in living rooms, or above bedroom dressers. They don't belong to me. They aren't paintings to show the world who I am, what I am.”
― Jackson Pearce, As You Wish

“Clover City is the kind of place you leave. It's love that either sucks you in or pushes you away. There are only a few who really make it out and stay out, while the rest of us drink, procreate, and go to church, and that seems enough to keep us afloat.”
― Julie Murphy, Dumplin'

“she has the I-don't-care-if-I'm-not-going-the-same-way-as-the-world-outlook.”
― Katie McGarry, Walk the Edge