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“Why can humans not use their millions of words to simply tell one another their desire?”

“These women have always worn motherhood big and loud on their chests, but Tova keeps hers inside, sunk deep in her guts like an old bullet. Private.”

“Men who believe they’re entitled to greatness simply because they want it. Men angry at their own smallness, who tear doen others when they can’t rise. Men like that don’t deserve your kindness, Cert” “No,” Said Certainty, thoughtfully, “But maybe we should give it to them anyway”

“‘Cert, I think I’m happier than I’ve ever been.’ Aurelia took a quiet, shuddering breath. ‘Here. With you.’”

“The wild magic encircled this strange clearing. Its tendrils prodded gently at it; sought entrance. Let me in, the magic seemed to whisper. I am of you. And slowly, so slowly, the sleeping land awoke, and began to drink…”

“Don’t say that you’re not important. Don’t make yourself smaller than you are. Other people will always try to do so, but don’t do it for them. You are important. And you belong there just much as anyone does.”

“Bees, like cats, were creatures of magic. They needed it in the same way that humans needed sunlight.”

“Too bad nothing magical ever turned out to be quite as simple as one thought.”

“Becoming who you want to be is just like anything else. It takes practice. It requires belief that one day, you’ll wale up and be a natural at it.”

“Seriously, what’s wrong with you straight women?”

“I’ll lick it up like I’m a priest.”

“Maybe one becomes comfortable with sincerity when they listen to people talk about their own shit with the utmost seriousness”

“‘They’re books, not decor,’ Phoebe says. Phoebe doesn’t have too many beliefs, but this is one of them.”

“Seems more plausible that Hell is some revenge fantasy concocted by unhappy people so they could punish all the happy people in their minds.”

“I just mean, a story can be beautiful not because of the way it ends. But because of the way it’s written.”

“There is no such thing as a happy place. Because when you are happy, everywhere is a happy place.”

“You’re the Obi-Wan of oral.”

“You’re not Taylor Swift. No offense.”

“He looks at you like you hung the moon.”

“You’re like … Lay’s potato chips. You can’t eat just one.”

“Your brother didn’t imprint on me. I’m getting shades of Twilight here. I refuse to be the funky CGI baby in this equation.”

“Her eyes are my new favorite color”

“Before this moment, she never realized what a lonely job it was, protecting a fragile heart.”

“There was no word that existed in the English language that meant the opposite if lonely. Some came closer than others, but nothing did justice to the feeling of someone looking into your eyes and connecting with you on a soul deep level.”

“Elle loved herself, but what a feeling it must be, being loved by someone else exactly as you are, quirks and warts and all. She wouldn’t know.”

“Darcy might not have believed in astrology—most of it honestly went over her head, talk of houses and returns and interceptions—but she listened when Elle spoke about it because it may not have mattered to her but it sure as hell mattered to Elle.”

“Darcy met Elle’s glare, the ferocity of which was softened by a glossy dampness that replaced her urge to see Elle tangled up in sheets with the desire to wrap her up in something soft, a blanket, or Darcy’s favorite duvet. How … utterly bizarre.”

“Red, I love you. Red, I will send you letters from everywhen telling you so, letters of only one word, letters that will brush your cheek and grip your hair, letters that will bite you, letters that will mark you.”

“I love you, Blue. Have I always? Haven’t I? When did it happen? Or has it always happened?”

“I am writing in pieces—parcelling out the words I wish you to have, though you’ll of course read them all at once. Or perhaps you won’t? Perhaps you’ll want to save these seeds to absorb at your leisure, perhaps even at the pace of my writing them. But why waste so much time?”