"I’d said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass."
— Richelle Mead (Blood Promise)

"I'm not ready for you to kill me yet, Jacob Black. You'll have to be patient."
— Stephenie Meyer

"Another belief of mine; that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise."
— Margaret Atwood

"'Because you are the superhero fledgling. I’m just your more attractive sidekick. Oh, and the herd ofnerd are your dorky minions.'"
— P.C. Cast (Untamed)

"There are some themes, some subjects, too large for adult fiction; they can only be dealt with adequately in a children's book."
— Philip Pullman

"Okay, God, I thought. Get me out of this and I’ll stop my half-assed churchgoing ways(...)Let me get out of here, and I’ll . . . I don’t know. Donate Adrian’s money to the poor. Get baptized. Join a convent. Well, no. Not that last one. "
— Richelle Mead (Blood Promise)

"'Well,' the Goddess said, 'your heart didn't heal straight the last time it broke. So we'll break it again and reset it so it heals straight this time.'"
— Jane Yolen (The Books of Great Alta: Comprising 'Sister Light, Sister Dark' and 'White Jenna')

"Critics who treat 'adult' as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up."
— C.S. Lewis

""The poor things keep calling in those – those pumbles, I think they're called – you know, the ones who mend pipes and things – "

"Plumbers?"

" – exactly, yes, but of course they're flummoxed.""
— J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix)

"The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle. Like, I will probably never be struck by lightening, or win a Nobel Prize, or become the dictator of a small nation in the Pacific Islands, or contract terminal ear cancer, or spontaneously combust. But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us. I could have seen it rain frogs. I could have stepped foot on Mars. I could have been eaten by a whale. I could have married the Queen of England or survived months at sea. But my miracle was different. My miracle was this: out of all the houses in all the subdivisions in all of Florida, I ended up living next door to Margo Roth Spiegelman."
— John Green (Paper Towns)

"It's not about surviving. It should be about love. When you know love...that's what makes this life worth it. When you live with it everyday. Wake up with it, hold on to it during the thunder and after a nightmare. When love is your refuge from the death that surrounds us all and when it fills you so tight that you can't express it."
— Carrie Ryan

"'What’s your name?' she asked, and surprised herself. But for some reason, she wanted to know.
Dean’s brother—he hadn’t been just some nameless Bad Guy Number Four. This vampire wasn’t,either. He had a name, a history, maybe even people who cared what happened to him.
'My name is none of your business,' he said, and continued to stare out the window, even though there was nothing but blurry brick out there.
'Can I call you None for short?'"
— Rachel Caine (Carpe Corpus)

"Look after my heart - I've left it with you."
— Stephanie Meyer Eclipse

"When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty, I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up."
— C.S. Lewis

"The last thing he ever said to me was, 'Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.'"
— J.M. Barrie

""At 17, the smallest crises took on tremendous proportions; someone else's thoughts could take root in the loam of your own mind; having someone accept you was as vital as oxygen. Adults, light years away from this, rolled their eyes and smirked and said, 'This too shall pass' - as if adolescence was a disease like chicken pox, something everyone recalled as a milk nuisance, completely forgetting how painful it had been at the time.""
— Jodi Picoult, The Pact

"... I wanted Ambiades to understand that I considered myself a hierarchy of one."
— Megan Whalen Turner (The Thief)

"If you love something set it free...but don't be surprised when it comes back with herpes"
— Chuck Palahniuk

""About the library," he whispered. He took out the pencil stub from his pocket and poised it over the page.

"Will you write like Mr. Blake or like yourself?" I inquired.

He wrote and whispered the words aloud as he did. "I am in the library. It smells like old stuff."

"It smells familiar," I suggested. "It smells like words." Because his left side was to me, I couldn't easily take his hand to write.

"Books are boring," James said as he wrote.

"They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown," I offered.

He thought about this and then wrote with a smile, "I hate books."

From A Certain Slant of Light"
— Laura Whitcomb

"You can't doubt so much, Psyche

- Eros
Psyche in a Dress
"
— Francesca Lia Block

"Faris turned on him. "Why choose to wear black today, of all days? I know why I'm in black. Why are you? Mourning?

He looked startled. "One does not wear mourning for a servant."

"You still don't understand, do you? He was not my servant."

He regarded her anger, aghast. "What then? What else could he be?

Her empty hands shook as she held them out to him. Her voice shook as she replied, "Glove to my hand." Slowly she closed her fists. "Everything.""
— Caroline Stevermer (A College of Magics)

"(page 267) Ms. Moore: There are no safe choices. Only other choices."
— Libba Bray (A Great and Terrible Beauty)

" "Well-- I don’t know-- the cops might not respond too well to you looking through their windows with a telescope."
"
— Tom Upton (Just Plain Weird)

""By the Angel," Jace said, looking the demon up and down. "I knew Greater Demons were meant to be ugly, but no one ever warned me about the smell."
Abbadon opened its mouth and hissed. Inside its mouth were two rows of jagged glass-sharp teeth.
"I'm not sure about this wind and howling darkness business," Jace went on, "smells more like landfill to me. You sure you're not from Staten Island?""
— Cassandra Clare (City of Bones)

""I should have guessed you were Jace's sister," he said. "You both have the same artistic talent."
Clary paused, her foot on the lowest stair. She was taken aback. "Jace can draw?"
"Nah." When Alec smiled, his eyes lit like blue lamps and Clary could see what Magnus had found so captivating about him. "I was just kidding. He can't draw a straight line.""
— Cassandra Clare (City of Bones)

""Jace..." The surface of the pond was green with fallen leaves. "How could you have been happy there? I know what you thought, but Valentine was a terrible father. He killed your pets, lied to you, and I know he hit you- don't even try to pretend he didn't."
A flicker of a smile ghosted across Jace's face. "Only on alternate Thursdays.""
— Cassandra Clare (City of Bones)

"It was Alec who spoke first. "What's this?" he demanded, looking from Clary to his companions, as if they might know what she was doing there.
"It's a girl," Jace said, recovering his composure. "Surely you've seen girl before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one.""
— Cassandra Clare (City of Bones)

""Is this Clarissa Fray?" The voice on the other end of the phone sounded familiar, though not immediately identifiable.
Clary twirled the phone cord nervously around her finger. "Yeees?"
"Hi, I'm one of the knife-carrying hooligans you met last night in Pandemonium? I"m afraid I made a bad impression and was hoping you'd give me a chance to make it up to-"
"SIMON!" Clary held the phone away from her ear as he cracked up laughing. "That is so not funny!"
"Sure it is. You just don't see the humor."
"Jerk." Clary sighed, leaning up against the wall."
— Cassandra Clare (City of Bones)

""Hugo attacked me." Clary tried not to wince as the astringent liquid stung her wounds.
"Hugo?" Luke blinked.
"Hodge's bird. I think it was his bird, anyway. Maybe it was Valentine's."
"Hugin," Luke said softly. "Hugin and Munin were Valentine's pet birds. Their names mean 'Thought' and 'Memory.'"
"Well they should mean 'Attack' and 'Kill,'" said Clary. "Hugo almost tore my eyes out.""
— Cassandra Clare (City of Bones)

"She turned back to Jace. "Do you have to be so-," she began, but stopped when she saw his face. It looked stripped down, oddly vulnerable.
"Unpleasant?" he finishes for her. "Only at days when my adoptive mother tosses me out of the house with instructions never to darken her door again. Usually I'm remarkably good-natured. Try me on any day that doesn't end in y."
— Cassandra Clare (City of Ashes)

"All that matters is what's inside...as long as your outside is wearing the tiara!"
— Aspen Brooks

"To be, or not to be...could you please repeat the question?"
— Sir Johnathan Wayne Yelland

"Stacey muttered, "But I hate this school, and this city, and the sooner I leave, the better. I want to start over in a new place. I haven't . . ." her voice trailed off and she looked away from Jason, hoping instead to find her words among the falling raindrops. "Do you ever feel like you aren't the person you're supposed to be? That you could be a different person - and have a better life - if things had been just a little different?""
— J.M. Reep (From "The Spring")

"The witch grunted. "Love gone wrong. The worst."
Jace made a soft, almost inaudible noise at that- a chuckle. Dorothea's ears pricked like a cat's. "What so funny, boy?"
"What would you know about it?" he said. "Love, I mean."
Dorothea folded her soft white hands in her lap. "More than you might think," she said. "Didn't I read your tea leaves, Shadowhunter? Have you fallen in love with the wrong person yet?"
Jace said, "Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself."
Dorothea roared at that. "At least," she said, "you don't have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland."
"Not necessarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting.""
— Cassandra Clare

"night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. night calls to thee; hearken to her sweet voice your destiny awaits you at the house of night!"
— PC Cast

""It's bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.""
— Rachel Cohn, David Levithan

"Esperanza leaned around the side of the truck. As they rounded a curve, it appeared as if the mountains pulled away from each other, like a curtain opening on stage, revealing the San Joaquin Valley beyond. Flat and spacious, it spread out like a blanket of patchwork fields. Esperanza could see no end to the plots of yellow, brown, and shades of green. The road finally leveled out on the valley floor, and she gazed back at the mountains from where they'd come. They looked like monstrous lions' paws resting at the edge of ridge. "
— Pam Muñoz Ryan (Esperanza Rising)

""Meanwhile," Simon added, "I wanted to tell you that lately I've been cross-dressing. Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. I thought you should know."...
"Simon!" Clary shouted, and seized his arm
"What?" Simon looked alarmed. "I"m not really sleeping with your mom, you know. I was just trying to get your attention. Not that your mom isn't a very attractive woman for her age.""
— Cassandra Clare

"The door flew open. Jocelyn gave a little scream.
"Jesus!" Luke exclaimed.
"Actually, it's just me," said Simon. "Although I've been told the resemblance is startling.""
— Cassandra Clare

""The funny thing about mundies," Jace said, to nobody in particular, "is how obsessed with magic they are for a bunch of people who don't even know what the word means."
"I know what it means," Clary snapped.
"No, you don't, you just think you do. Magic is a dark elemental force, not just a lot of sparkly wands and crystal balls and talking goldfish."
"I never said it was a lot of talking goldfish, you-"
Jace waved a hand, cutting her off. "Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie.""
— Cassandra Clare

""How did you know I had Shadowhunter blood? Was there some way you could tell?"
...
"I guessed," he said, latching the door behind them. "It seemed like the most likely explanation."
"You guessed? You must have been pretty sure, considering you could have killed me."
... "I was ninety percent sure."
"I see," Clary said.
There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put his hand to his cheek, more in surprise than pain. "What the hell was that for?"
"The other ten percent," she said..."
— Cassandra Clare