The Chemist

by Stephenie Meyer

She felt the deepest revulsion for the kind of person who was born to the freedom and privilege of a democratic nation and then used that very privilege and freedom to attack its source.

up these ideas of people, create the one we want to be with, and then try to keep the real person inside the false mold. It doesn’t always work out well.”

Preparation felt like a magic spell sometimes. Like you could force events into the shape you wanted just by planning them thoroughly enough.

Pain here, savior elsewhere. And elsewhere was much more deserving of the save.

“You’re probably right. I was pretty happy as a teacher. Not a glamorous career, but the mundane can be quite satisfying. In fact, being ordinary in general is highly underrated.”

am the bogeyman in a very dark and scary world. I frighten people who aren’t afraid of anything else, not even death. I can take everything they pride themselves on away from them; I can make them betray everything they hold sacred. I am the monster they see in their nightmares.”

She wasn’t that girl, and that was okay. She’d been born with her own gifts, and you didn’t get everything.

You can’t trust feelings born in the midst of severe physical and mental anguish.”

Every second with you outweighs days of life before I met you.”

the best thing about obsessive-compulsive disorder was the cozy high you got from a tidy space.

All she was really sure of was the Danielness of him, that core of something pure,

something better than anything she’d known before. He belonged to a more excellent world than the one where she resided, and while they were part of each other, she felt like she was allowed to be there with him.

“This is weird, Ollie. I… well, I almost like you right now.” “The feeling will pass.” “You’re right—it’s fading already.”