Luce

“Hark,” he said, his tone very dry. “What stone through yonder window breaks?”
Kami yelled up at him, “It is the east, and Juliet is a jerk!”
Jared abandoned Shakespeare and demanded, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Throwing a pebble,” said Kami defensively. “Uh… and I’ll pay for the window.”
Jared vanished and Kami was ready to start shouting again, when he reemerged with the pebble clenched in his fist. “This isn’t a pebble! This is a rock.”
“It’s possible that your behaviour has inspired some negative feelings that caused me to pick a slightly overlarge pebble,” Kami admitted.”
― Sarah Rees Brennan, Unspoken

“I felt freed to please myself, to find my way as I would, in a world that was much vaster than I had realized before, in which I was but one star-gleam, one wavelet, among multitudes. My happiness mattered not a whit more than the next person's - or the next fish's, or the next grass-blade's! - and not a whit less.”
― Margo Lanagan, The Brides of Rollrock Island

“She knew she had never been truly alive until she met him, and never so happy and content with her lot until she was touched by the sorrow of him.”
― Martine Leavitt, Keturah and Lord Death

“You, my lord, are the ending of all true stories.”
― Martine Leavitt, Keturah and Lord Death