Angie

“You disgust me."
"Like you have room to talk," Cathy said. "You're as much a whore as I am."
Dan grabbed the hem of her shirt with both hands as she turned, in one easy move she peeled her tee and sports bra off and gestured at her bare chest.
"Oh my god, you see these? They're called breasts. Does this make me a whore? This?" Dan jerked a hand between them, and Cathy shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "This is what I do. I strip. I dance. I work a stage five nights a week. I give lap dances to creeps who can't get enough action on their own. But I don't let them touch me and I still make enough money to keep us afloat. Fuck you! I'm seventeen! I'm too young to be your mother!"
"No one asked you to be my mother..."
"I asked you to be mine. Thanks for failing so spectacularly at it.”
― Nora Sakavic

“Such an unexpected will to survive from someone who has nothing to live for.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Foxhole Court

“How stupid, that someone so short could have such a presence.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Foxhole Court

“—Pero tengo que hacerlo —insistió Ty. Su voz era como un cable tensado—. No puedo vivir sin Livvy.
—Sí, sí que puedes —susurró Kit—. Sí que puedes. Crees que esto hará que tu familia sea más fuerte, pero los destruirá si la resucitas. Crees que no puedes sobrevivir sin Livvy, pero sí puedes. Lo haremos juntos. —Kit tenía frío en la cara; se dio cuenta de que estaba llorando—. Te amo, Ty. Te amo.
El rostro de Ty se quedó blanco por la sorpresa. Kit siguió adelante, de todas formas, sin saber muy bien lo que estaba diciendo.
—Se ha ido, Ty. Se ha ido para siempre. Tendrás que superarlo. Tu familia te ayudará. Yo te ayudaré. Pero no si haces esto. No lo hagas, Ty.”
― Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness