Code Name Verity (Code Name Verity, #1)

by Elizabeth Wein

I’ve never crashed my motorbike, she thought. I could fly an airplane.

It’s like being in love, discovering your best friend.

I played along. I always play along. It is my weakness, the flaw in my armor.

The list of birds makes me sad. What changes a small boy from a bird-watcher into a Gestapo inquisitor?

someone gives you a mindless job to do you can do it automatically, even if your heart is in pieces.

Funny—it seemed the most heroic thing in the world when he told me about his friend, dead amazing that anyone could be that brave and selfless. But I didn’t feel heroic when I did it—just too scared to jump.