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“There are no kind masters, Letty,’ Anthony continued. ‘It doesn’t matter how lenient, how gracious, how invested in your education they make out to be. Masters are masters in the end.”
― R.F. Kuang, Babel

“We're here to make magic with words”
― R.F. Kuang, Babel

“Bury my bones in the midnight soil, plant them shallow and water them deep, and in my place will grow a feral rose, soft red petals hiding sharp white teeth.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“To the ones who hunger—
for love, for time, or simply to be free”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“The hunger lives inside us all. To some it is an empty bucket. To others, a yawning pit. And yet, no matter how shallow or how deep it feels, here is a truth that will either drive you mad, or bring you peace.' He sits forward. 'There is no filling it. You will never be sated. It does not matter whether you drink a carafe or drain a city. The hunger will not ease.”
― Victoria E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“But María has known, all her life, that she is not meant for common paths, for humble houses and modest men. If she must walk a woman's road then it will take her somewhere new.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“One can be alone without feeling lonely,” she muses. “One can feel lonely without being alone.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“Death comes, and sometimes it is kind, and often it is cruel, and very rarely it is welcome. But it comes all the same.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“More and more she thinks of cutting it off. Her hair. His hand. Depending on the day.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“From that moment on she insisted she would only read romance, as if love and horror could not go hand-in-hand”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“And there it is, that feeling the men have tried and failed to stir in her, that heady, ground-tipping mix of hope and fear, the hunger to move closer, and to shrink away.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“Never walk alone at night, they tell you, if you're a girl.
And it isn't fair.
Because the night is when the world is quiet.
The night is when the air is clear. The night is wild and welcoming and Alice lets her head fall back, until all she sees is the sky, not black, as it should be, given the time, but a twisting tapestry of blue.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“She looked at her life and found it small. Saw the road that lay ahead, and there were no curves, no bends; it ran straight and narrow all the way to its end.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“The world will try to make you small. It will tell you to be modest, and meek. But the world is wrong. You should get to feel and love and live as boldly as you want.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“And as she did, she told her daughter what it meant to be a wife. Gentle. Loving. Obedient. Words that made María tense. And, as if her mother could feel her stiffening, she leaned close and said, “You will learn, it is better to bend than to break.” María stared into the hearth. “Why should I be the one who bends?”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“And here is the awful thing about belief. It is a current, like compulsion. Hard to forge when it goes against your will, but easy enough when it carries you the way you want to go.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“one of those grim reminders that your life is small and the world is big, and even when it feels like it’s falling down, it’s only falling down on you. To everyone else, it’s just going on as usual.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“Did you know,” she would say brightly, “that sometimes I think of the cemetery plot where you will lie, beneath all that dirt and stone, and it brings me joy. And if by some unlucky spot I ever get with child, I will take them there, and let them frolic on your bones.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“He went back to his first morning in Oxford: climbing a sunny hill with Ramy, picnic basket in hand. Elderflower cordial. Warm brioche, sharp cheese, a chocolate tart for dessert. The air smelled like a promise, all of Oxford shone like an illumination, and he was falling in love.”
― R.F. Kuang, Babel

“Betrayal. Translation means doing violence upon the original, means warping and distorting it for foreign, unintended eyes. So then where does that leave us? How can we conclude, except by acknowledging that an act of translation is then necessarily always an act of betrayal?”
― R.F. Kuang, Babel

“The combined aromas of hot cinnamon, ground coffee, and sweet cardamom intoxicated her, and as she brewed and smiled and served and chatted, a deep contentment welled up. It was a glowing warmth she’d never experienced before, and she liked it. She liked it a great deal.”
― Travis Baldree, Legends & Lattes

“Live long enough, you realize some folks can be handed a problem and some tools, and they’ll sort it out. And I never think twice about hiring that sort of fellow.”
― Travis Baldree, Legends & Lattes

“Well, shit. Milky bean water. I'll be damned.”
― Travis Baldree, Legends & Lattes

“Shut up, you insufferable shitweasel,”
― Travis Baldree, Legends & Lattes

“After twenty-two years of adventuring, Viv had reached her limit of blood and mud and bullshit. An orc’s life was strength and violence and a sudden, sharp end—but she’d be damned if she’d let hers finish that way. It was time for something new.”
― Travis Baldree, Legends & Lattes

“I used to be an adventurer like you.”
― Travis Baldree, Legends & Lattes

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― Travis Baldree, Legends & Lattes

“You lived what anybody gets, Bernie. You got a lifetime. No more. No less.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 7: Brief Lives

“And at times the fact of her absence will hit you like a blow to the chest, and you will weep. But this will happen less and less as time goes on. She is dead. You are alive. So live.”
― Neil Gaiman

“If you enjoyed the show, tell your friends. If you didn’t I trust you’ll get throat cancer and die without ever again uttering another word.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Absolute Sandman, Volume 2