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“We still have… he said. But he didn’t go on to say what we still had. It occurred to me that he shouldn’t be saying we, since nothing that I knew of had been taken away from him.
We still have each other, I said. It was true. Then why did I sound, even to myself, so indifferent?
He kissed me then, as if now I’d said that, things could get back to normal. But something had shifted, some balance. I felt shrunken, so that when he put his arms around me, gathering me up, I was small as a doll. I felt love going forward without me. He doesn’t mind this, I thought. He doesn’t mind it at all. Maybe he even likes it. We are not each other’s, anymore. Instead, I am his.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale

“A sister, I’d said. But what is that exactly? I think about our journey—everything from sniping with her in those early days after the reaping to battling those pink birds. I guess that’s my answer. A sister is someone you fight with and fight for. Tooth and nail”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“No one had ever told her this basic fact: Not everyone got to be loved. It was like those stupid bell curves they had to study in math class. There was the big, swollen, happy middle, a whale hump full of blissful couples and families eating around a big dining room table and laughing. And then, at the tapered ends, there were the abnormal people. The weirdos and freaks and zeroes. Like her.”
― Lauren Oliver, Panic

“You can’t answer the door like that,” I hiss at him, covering myself and bemoaning how long it will take to get my clothes on.
“Neither can you, and I’m sure as fuck not offering the sight of you in a towel up to Aetos after hearing that your father basically planned your wedding to the asshole,” Xaden retorts just as quietly, his hand on the doorknob.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm