Elyn

“Cruz nodded. “In case you’re wondering, I have a dick.”
That earned a sudden, single bark of laughter from Shade, which in turn raised a disturbing red-and-white smile from Cruz.
“Is that a permanent condition?” Shade asked.
Cruz shrugged. “I don’t have a short answer.”
“Give me the long one. I’ll tell you if I get bored.” She flopped onto her bed.
“Okay. Well . . . you know it’s all on a spectrum, right? I mean, there are people—most people—who are born either M or F and are perfectly fine with that. And some people are born with one body but a completely different mind, you know? They know from, like, toddler age that they are in the wrong body. Me, I’m . . . more kind of neither. Or both. Or something.”
“You’re e), all of the above. You’re multiple choice, but on a true-false test.”
That earned another blood-smeared grin from Cruz. “Can I use that line?”
“I understand spectra, and I even get that sexuality and gender are different things,” Shade said, sitting up.”
― Michael Grant, Monster

“Who can tell me what S-I-N-G stands for?” asked one of the instructors.
“Sing?” offered a girl, chewing gum. A few people snickered. Kate hoped she was joking but feared she wasn’t.
“Um, yes,” drawled the teacher, “but I meant, what do the letters stand for?”
Stomach. Instep. Nose. Groin.
A brawny boy raised his hand. “Stomach, instep, nose, groin?”
“Very good!”
Kate wanted to point out that Corsai didn’t have stomachs, insteps, noses, or groins, and if you got close enough to hit a Malchai, it would probably rip your throat out.”
― Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song

“Life is chaos. Time is order.”
― V.E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light

“Plans. They're fickle things.”
― Marie Lu, The Rose Society