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“Readers, always, for giving books lives of their own once they leave our hands.”

"'Red-shouldered horses...they have flecks of red in their coats. It's so thick on their shoulders it looks like a wound, like spilled blood. But that red shoulder is a mark of the spirit within the horse. It means the horse is brave.'"

"'She never belonged to any of us..She was always her own and we never let her be her own.'
...Men like Reid were not cotton candy. It was girls with hearts that could not be kept from falling in love, and anyone unlucky enough to be loved by them. They all dissolved like spun sugar in water."

"'Everyone is broken. The only difference is how.'"

"Next to Fel with...his eyes as deep brown as the rusted fire escape's metal, Bay's face looked even paler, her freckles as delicate as spilled cinnamon."

"Bay's face looked even paler, her freckles as delicate as spilled cinnamon."

"'He doesn't really sleep...he doesn't go to that still place where everything is quiet. And that means there's something that won't let him sleep. With men, it's almost always their own guilt."

"'When they're about to run you out of town...'
'Get in front of the crowd and make it look like the parade.'"

"There was magic to things that were familiar and ordinary. The way they were known was a kind of enchantment, and when they were gone, the spell broke."