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“I’ll stop breathing. It must be a matter of willpower, I’m sure you can stop your heart from beating.”

“I am going to get some ice on my hand, and then I am going to call Edward and tell him to come and get me and take me to Carlisle so that he can fox my hand. Then, if you’re still here, I am going to go hunt you a crowbar.”

“Are you gonna eat that hot dog?”

“Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.”

“Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.”

“I don’t care, Edward. I don’t care! You can have my soul. I don’t want it without you—it’s yours already!”

“As I drifted, I dreamed. Where I floated, under the dark water, I hard the happiest sound my mind could conjure up—as beautiful, as uplifting, as it was ghastly. It was another snarl; a deeper, wilder roar that rang with fury.”

“Do you truly believe that you care more for me than I do for you?”

“About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was an art of him—and ai didn’t know how potent that part might be—that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.”

“Charlie had gotten up who knows how early to put snow chains on my truck. My throat suddenly felt tight. I wasn’t used to being taken care of, and Charlie’s unspoken concern caught me by surprise.”

“You want to be useful so badly that you’re willing to bleed for it. It doesn’t matter if you know your limits if you willingly throw yourself beyond them.”

“Men are trash”

“The courtyard bloomed with betony and bitter nightshade, monkshood and catnip, fuchsia and sea thistle. Foxgloves rustled like wind chimes, and heliotropes turned their faces towards the rare and precious beams of sun.”

Immersing herself into the feelings of the characters provided a reprieve from her own. She grieved, suffered, and emerged stronger with them. We if sharing their experiences and emotions would, at the end of the book, allow her to understand anyone in the world.”

“Do you ever wonder if they’re wrong?” I ask. “The scientists I mean. They keep telling us that the planet is getting warmer, less hospitable. That eventually it won’t be able to host any life at all. But do you think they could be wrong? That maybe there’s a chance things could get better?”

“She just nods. Still not much for words, my Angel. I wonder when I started thinking of her as mine.”

“But seeing a mutation turns my stomach all the same. It’s a reminder that our work has a planned obsolescence, an expiration date. One day we’ll wake up and all the ordinary animals will be gone. Only the mutations will be left.”

“No wonder Peter and I fell i. Love with the same person, Tink thinks. They had both felt the sunshine of Wendy’s weather and thought, maybe I could be like that, too. Maybe I—But winter can never be spring. Some people are good, and some are bad. . . And all people get what they deserve.”

“Growing up is a beautiful thing, Tink. Think about if we only ever had seeds and no flowers, or saplings and no trees to climb.”

“You saw the future you wanted, and you brought it into being. Despite your fear.
It sounded impossible. Her fears drove her onward; her fears were what ruled her life.
Only—
When she thought of her future now, all she could see in it was Cat.”

“Georgiana sallowed against the ache in her throat. She didn’t know what Cat saw. Part of her didn’t want to know. Didn’t want honesty. But Cat’s only way was honesty, was raw truth forced into the space between them. Was courage that Georgiana couldn’t put her hands around, could never hope to grasp.”

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“there was something so invulnerable about Cat—her fierceness, her determination, all that irrepressible fire. It felt strange, just now, to think that she, Georgiana, was the steady one.”

“They were not friends. Georgiana had several close female friends, and she did not spend her nights imagining them with their clothes off.”

“Could it be so? Was the woman really so pure of heart that she did not nurture her grievances against the entire Cleeve family?”

“If you are so concerned about your own uniqueness, perhaps you might spend your mornings in the production of original plots—not in hiding behind a shrub.”

"I'd rather see Miss Claire be happy than seek my own comfort. I don't long for the life of a noble. As long as I have enough to eat every day, I'm content."

She lifts her phone and points to the time. 12:12 p.m. “make a wish.” “Isn’t that just for eleven eleven?”

“Way to tell the whole world that a corner of my mind is forever colonized by the thought of my credit card debt”

“I’d had no idea I harbored such biases. Being homosexual simply meant that one felt affection for those of the same gender; nothing else really distinguished such people from anyone else.”