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  • #1
    Emily St. John Mandel
    “But anyway, I look around sometimes and I think - this will maybe sound weird - it's like the corporate world's full of ghosts. And actually, let me revise that, my parents are in academia so I've had front row seats for that horror show, I know academia's no different, so maybe a fairer way of putting this would be to say that adulthood's full of ghosts."

    "I'm sorry, I'm not sure I quite --"

    "I'm talking about these people who've ended up in one life instead of another and they are just so disappointed. Do you know what I mean? They've done what's expected of them. They want to do something different but it's impossible now, there's a mortgage, kids, whatever, they're trapped. Dan's like that."

    "You don't think he likes his job, then."

    "Correct," she said, "but I don't think he even realises it. You probably encounter people like him all the time. High-functioning sleepwalkers, essentially.”
    Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven

  • #2
    Emily St. John Mandel
    “What’s the point of doing all that work,” Tesch asks, “if no one sees it?” “It makes me happy. It’s peaceful, spending hours working on it. It doesn’t really matter to me if anyone else sees it.”
    Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven

  • #3
    Jeannette Walls
    “One time I saw a tiny Joshua tree sapling growing not too far from the old tree. I wanted to dig it up and replant it near our house. I told Mom that I would protect it from the wind and water it every day so that it could grow nice and tall and straight. Mom frowned at me. "You'd be destroying what makes it special," she said. "It's the Joshua tree's struggle that gives it its beauty.”
    Jeannette Walls, The Glass Castle
    tags: life

  • #4
    Casey McQuiston
    “So, imagine we’re all born with a set of feelings. Some are broader or deeper than others, but for everyone, there’s that ground floor, a bottom crust of the pie. That’s the maximum depth of feeling you’ve ever experienced. And then, the worst thing happens to you. The very worst thing that could have happened. The thing you had nightmares about as a child, and you thought, it’s all right because that thing will happen to me when I’m older and wiser, and I’ll have felt so many feelings by then that this one worst feeling, the worst possible feeling, won’t seem so terrible.

    “But it happens to you when you’re young. It happens when your brain isn’t even fully done cooking—when you’ve barely experienced anything, really. The worst thing is one of the first big things that ever happens to you in your life. It happens to you, and it goes all the way down to the bottom of what you know how to feel, and it rips it open and carves out this chasm down below to make room. And because you were so young, and because it was one of the first big things to happen in your life, you’ll always carry it inside you. Every time something terrible happens to you from then on, it doesn’t just stop at the bottom —it goes all the way down.”
    Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

  • #5
    Casey McQuiston
    “I am, and always have been - first, last, and always - a child of America.

    You raised me. I grew up in the pastures and hills of Texas, but I had been to thirty-four states before I learned how to drive. When I caught the stomach flu in the fifth grade, my mother sent a note to school written on the back of a holiday memo from Vice President Biden. Sorry, sir—we were in a rush, and it was the only paper she had on hand.

    I spoke to you for the first time when I was eighteen, on the stage of the Democratic National Convention in Philadelphia, when I introduced my mother as the nominee for president. You cheered for me. I was young and full of hope, and you let me embody the American dream: that a boy who grew up speaking two languages, whose family was blended and beautiful and enduring, could make a home for himself in the White House.

    You pinned the flag to my lapel and said, “We’re rooting for you.” As I stand before you today, my hope is that I have not let you down.

    Years ago, I met a prince. And though I didn’t realize it at the time, his country had raised him too.

    The truth is, Henry and I have been together since the beginning of this year. The truth is, as many of you have read, we have both struggled every day with what this means for our families, our countries, and our futures. The truth is, we have both had to make compromises that cost us sleep at night in order to afford us enough time to share our relationship with the world on our own terms.

    We were not afforded that liberty.

    But the truth is, also, simply this: love is indomitable. America has always believed this. And so, I am not ashamed to stand here today where presidents have stood and say that I love him, the same as Jack loved Jackie, the same as Lyndon loved Lady Bird. Every person who bears a legacy makes the choice of a partner with whom they will share it, whom the American people will “hold beside them in hearts and memories and history books. America: He is my choice.

    Like countless other Americans, I was afraid to say this out loud because of what the consequences might be. To you, specifically, I say: I see you. I am one of you. As long as I have a place in this White House, so will you. I am the First Son of the United States, and I’m bisexual. History will remember us.

    If I can ask only one thing of the American people, it’s this: Please, do not let my actions influence your decision in November. The decision you will make this year is so much bigger than anything I could ever say or do, and it will determine the fate of this country for years to come. My mother, your president, is the warrior and the champion that each and every American deserves for four more years of growth, progress, and prosperity. Please, don’t let my actions send us backward. I ask the media not to focus on me or on Henry, but on the campaign, on policy, on the lives and livelihoods of millions of Americans at stake in this election.

    And finally, I hope America will remember that I am still the son you raised. My blood still runs from Lometa, Texas, and San Diego, California, and Mexico City. I still remember the sound of your voices from that stage in Philadelphia. I wake up every morning thinking of your hometowns, of the families I’ve met at rallies in Idaho and Oregon and South Carolina. I have never hoped to be anything other than what I was to you then, and what I am to you now—the First Son, yours in actions and words. And I hope when Inauguration Day comes again in January, I will continue to be.”
    Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

  • #6
    Sarah J. Maas
    There are those who seek me a lifetime but never we meet,
    And those I kiss but who trample me beneath ungrateful feet.

    At times I seem to favor the clever and the fair,
    But I bless all those who are brave enough to dare.

    By large, my ministrations are soft-handed and sweet,
    But scorned, I become a difficult beast to defeat.

    For though each of my strikes lands a powerful blow,
    When I kill, I do it slow...

    Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

  • #7
    Sarah J. Maas
    “Well, good-bye for now," he said, rolling his neck as if we hadn't been talking about anything important at all. He bowed at the waist, those wings vanishing entirely, and had begun to fade into the nearest shadow when he went rigid.
    His eyes locked on mine wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock—pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled.
    "What is—" I began.
    He disappeared—simply disappeared, not a shadow in sight—into the crisp air.”
    Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

  • #8
    Sarah J. Maas
    “Would you like me to grovel with gratitude for bringing me here, High Lord?"

    "Ah. The Suriel told you nothing important, did it?"

    That smile of his sparked something bold in my chest. "He also said that you liked being brushed, and if I'm a clever girl, I might train you with treats."

    Tamlin tipped his head to the sky and roared with laughter. Despite myself, I let out a quiet laugh.

    "I might die of surprise," Lucien said behind me. "You made a joke, Feyre."

    I turned to look at him with a cool smile. "You don't want to know what the Suriel said about you." I flicked my brows up, and Lucien lifted his hands in defeat.

    "I'd pay good money to hear what the Suriel thinks of Lucien," Tamlin said.

    A cork popped, followed by the sounds of Lucien chugging the bottle's contents and chuckling with a muttered, "Brushed.”
    Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

  • #9
    Jason Reynolds
    “But you know how death is. Your body goes but your ideas don't. Your impact lingers on even when it's poisonous. Some bodies get put into the ground and daisies bloom. Others encourage the sprouting of weeds. Weeds that work to strangle whatever's living, and growing, around them.”
    Jason Reynolds, Stamped: Racism, Antiracism, and You

  • #10
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I would have come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #11
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Have any of you wondered what I did with all the cash Pekka Rollins gave us?"
    "Guns?" asked Jesper.
    "Ships?" queried Inej.
    "Bombs?" suggested Wylan.
    "Political bribes?" offered Nina. They all looked at Matthias. "This is where you tell us how awful we are," she whispered.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #12
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Meeting you was a disaster.”
    She raised a brow. “Thank you.”
    Djel, he was terrible at this. He stumbled on, trying to make her understand. “But I am grateful for that disaster. I needed a catastrophe to shake me from the life I knew. You were an earthquake, a landslide.”
    “I,” she said, planting a hand on her hip, “am a delicate flower.”
    “You aren’t a flower, you’re every blossom in the wood blooming at once. You are a tidal wave. You’re a stampede. You are overwhelming.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #13
    Leigh Bardugo
    “You’re stupid about a lot of things, Wylan, but you are not stupid. And if I ever hear you call yourself a moron again, I’m going to tell Matthias you tried to kiss Nina. With tongue.”
    Wylan wiped his nose on his sleeve. “He’ll never believe it.”
    “Then I’ll tell Nina you tried to kiss Matthias. With tongue.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #14
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Jesper couldn’t quite believe he was having a conversation with the Sturmhond. The privateer was a legend. He’d broken countless blockades on behalf of the Ravkans and there were rumors that… “Do you really have a flying ship? blurted Jesper.
    “No.”
    “Oh.”
    “I have several.”
    “Take me with you.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #15
    “Why do you call her 'love'?" James asks. "I've heard you say that before, too. A lot. Are you in love with her? I think Adam's in love with her. Kenji's not in love with her, though. I already asked him."
    Warner blinks at him.
    "Well?" James asks.
    "Well what?"
    "Are you in love with her?"
    "Are you in love with her?"
    "What?" James blushes. "No. She's like a million years older than me."
    "Would anyone else like to take over this conversation?" Warner asks, looking around the group.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

  • #16
    “This is what I want,” Delilah said. “My whole life, this is what I’ve wanted. A best friend. Someone who gets me, who accepts me. Someone who fights like hell to get me to see that they love me. Someone who lets me love them back. Someone who’s so goddamn beautiful, she makes my toes curl. Someone who calls me on my bullshit. Someone who makes me laugh. Someone who makes me look at her like this and looks at me the same way. Someone who . . . who’s my home.”
    Ashley Herring Blake, Delilah Green Doesn't Care



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