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  • #1
    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

  • #2
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Kaz leaned back. "What's the easiest way to steal a man's wallet?"
    "Knife to the throat?" asked Inej.
    "Gun to the back?" said Jesper.
    "Poison in his cup?" suggested Nina.
    "You're all horrible," said Matthias.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #3
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I'm a business man," he'd told her. "No more, no less."
    "You're a thief, Kaz."
    "Isn't that what I just said?”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #4
    Leigh Bardugo
    “He needed to tell her...what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn't pull himself together into some semblance of a man for her. That without meaning to, he'd begun to lean on her, to look for her, to need her near. He needed to thank her for his new hat.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #5
    Leigh Bardugo
    “No Mourners.
    No Funerals.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #6
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can't help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year. I feel I know you so well that I couldn't have known you better if we'd been friends for twenty years. You won't fail me, will you? Only two minutes, and you've made me happy forever. Yes, happy. Who knows, perhaps you've reconciled me with myself, resolved all my doubts.

    When I woke up it seemed to me that some snatch of a tune I had known for a long time, I had heard somewhere before but had forgotten, a melody of great sweetness, was coming back to me now. It seemed to me that it had been trying to emerge from my soul all my life, and only now-

    If and when you fall in love, may you be happy with her. I don't need to wish her anything, for she'll be happy with you. May your sky always be clear, may your dear smile always be bright and happy, and may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart. Isn't such a moment sufficient for the whole of one's life?”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

  • #7
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “I am a sick man... I am a spiteful man. I am an unpleasant man. I think my liver is diseased. However, I don't know beans about my disease, and I am not sure what is bothering me. I don't treat it and never have, though I respect medicine and doctors. Besides, I am extremely superstitious, let's say sufficiently so to respect medicine. (I am educated enough not to be superstitious, but I am.) No, I refuse to treat it out of spite. You probably will not understand that. Well, but I understand it. Of course I can't explain to you just whom I am annoying in this case by my spite. I am perfectly well aware that I cannot "get even" with the doctors by not consulting them. I know better than anyone that I thereby injure only myself and no one else. But still, if I don't treat it, its is out of spite. My liver is bad, well then-- let it get even worse!”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground, White Nights, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man, and Selections from The House of the Dead

  • #8
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “How can a man of consciousness have the slightest respect for himself”
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground

  • #9
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “But what can a decent man speak of with most pleasure?

    Answer: Of himself.

    Well, so I will talk about myself.”
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground, White Nights, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man, and Selections from The House of the Dead

  • #10
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Where do you think the money went?” he repeated.
    “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.
    He shrugged. “They all seem like practical choices.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #11
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I don't like this."
    "To be fair, Matthias, you don't like much.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #12
    Leigh Bardugo
    “They were twin souls, soldiers destined to fight for different sides, to find each other and lose each other too quickly. She would not keep him here. Not like this.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #13
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Jesper: “If Pekka Rollins kills us all, I’m going to get Wylan’s ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost.”
    Kaz: “I’ll just hire Matthias’ ghost to kick your ghost’s ass.”
    Matthias: “My ghost won’t associate with your ghost.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #14
    Leigh Bardugo
    “She smiled then, her eyes red, her cheeks scattered with some kind of dust. It was a smile he thought he might die to earn again.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #15
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Scheming face,” Inej murmured.
    Jesper nodded. “Definitely.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #16
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I don't want your prayers, he said.
    What do you want, then?
    The old answers came easily to mind. Money. Vengeance. Jordie's voice in my head silenced forever. But a different reply roared to life inside him, loud, insistent, and unwelcome. You, Inej. You.
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #17
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Pick up the pace,” Kaz said, eyeing his watch.
    “If I spill a single drop of this, it will burn straight through the floor onto my father’s dinner guests.”
    “Take your time.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #18
    R.F. Kuang
    “How strange,’ said Ramy. ‘To love the stuff and the language, but to hate the country.’

    ‘Not as odd as you’d think,’ said Victoire. ‘There are people, after all, and then there are things.”
    R.F. Kuang, Babel

  • #19
    R.F. Kuang
    “Be selfish," he whispered. "Be brave.”
    R.F. Kuang, Babel

  • #20
    R.F. Kuang
    “Grief suffocated. Grief paralysed. Grief was a cruel, heavy boot pressed so hard against his chest that he could not breathe.”
    R.F. Kuang, Babel

  • #21
    R.F. Kuang
    “Still, something did not seem right, and Robin could tell from Victoire’s and Ramy’s faces that they thought so too. It took him a moment to realize what it was that grated on him, and when he did, it would bother him constantly, now and thereafter; it would seem a great paradox, the fact that after everything they had told Letty, all the pain they had shared, she was the one who needed comfort.”
    R.F. Kuang, Babel

  • #22
    R.F. Kuang
    “In the years to come, Robin would return so many times to this night. He was forever astonished by its mysterious alchemy, by how easily two badly socialized, restrictively raised strangers had transformed into kindred spirits in a span of minutes.”
    R.F. Kuang, Babel

  • #23
    R.F. Kuang
    “You’re a proper little princess, aren’t you? Big estate in Brighton, summers in Toulouse, porcelain china on your shelves and Assam in your teacups? How could you understand? Your people reap the fruits of the Empire. Ours don’t. So shut up, Letty, and just listen to what we’re trying to tell you. It’s not right what they’re doing to our countries.’ His voice grew louder, harder. ‘And it’s not right that I’m trained to use my languages for their benefit, to translate laws and texts to facilitate their rule, when there are people in India and China and Haiti and all over the Empire and the world who are hungry and starving because the British would rather put silver in their hats and harpsichords than anywhere it could do some good.”
    R.F. Kuang, Babel



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