Angie

“I certainly don't pity you. Why should I? You're all fire. A tiny loss like this can't put such a great flame out, right? You and I are the same that way, I think. We don't sit well with being told no.”
― Nora Sakavic

“He looked at George's sad face and offered: "Want to talk about when Magnus and Alec go, and we steal their suite and make our own meals in our own little kitchen?"
George sighed. "Could we really, Simon, or is that too beautiful a dream? Every day would be a song. All I want is to make a sandwich, Simon. Just a humble sandwich, with ham, cheese, maybe a little dab of... oh my God."
Simon wondered what a dab of "oh my God" would taste like.”
― Cassandra Clare, Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy

“I don’t understand suicide,” Neil said. “Staying alive has always been so important I can’t imagine actively trying to die.”
“He wasn’t,” Andrew said, like Neil was being stupid. […] “He wanted a way out for a little while, a few hours where he didn’t have to think or feel. Problem was he picked an out that’s easy to die on. That’s his fault.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Foxhole Court

“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