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“Families are like fingerprints; no two are the same, and they tend to leave their mark.”
― Alice Feeney, Daisy Darker

“But children are more resilient than adults. They’re far better at making the most of what they have, and spend less time worrying about what they haven’t.”
― Alice Feeney, Daisy Darker

“It’s funny how people grow into the names they are given. As though a
few letters arranged in a certain order can predict a person’s future happiness
or sorrow. Knowing a person’s name isn’t the same as knowing a person, but
names are the first impression we all judge and are judged by. Daisy Darker
was the name life gave me and I suppose I did grow into it.”
― Alice Feeney, Daisy Darker

“I am writing because they told me to never start a sentence with because. But I wasn't trying to make a sentence—I was trying to break free. Because freedom, I am told, is nothing but the distance between the hunter and its prey.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“Some people drink to drown their sorrows; others drink so they can swim in them.”
― Alice Feeney, Daisy Darker

“My dear, I’d rather be dead than normal.”
― Alice Feeney, Daisy Darker

“I am writing you from inside a body that used to be yours. Which is to say, I am writing as a son.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“I wonder if she was trying to free herself. If so, she won’t have any luck–not unless she smashes her hand to a pulp and pulls it, wet and flaccid, through her restraint.”
― Sam Lloyd, The Memory Wood

“It is hard to explain the savagery of hope.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“The Folk adore Cardan, and they’re terrified of my sister, two excellent things. I hope they rule Elfhame for a years and then pass it down to one of a dozen offspring. No need for me to be involved.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“he's the kind of beautiful that makes people want to smash things”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“That's what I've been for years. An unsister. An undaughter. An unperson. A girl with a hole for a life. How appropriate to have my tongue cut out, when silence has been my refuge and my cage.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“She decided she wasn't quite ready to make decisions regarding her day and took her second cup of coffee back outside to the patio.”
― Peter Swanson, Every Vow You Break

“I’ve got a murder mansion, a house full of suspects, a pile of evidence, and nothing.”
― Maureen Johnson, Nine Liars

“We’re good at lying,” Sebastian said, leaning over and managing a smile. “We’ve been doing it for years.”
― Maureen Johnson, Nine Liars

“It was a deathtrap, a meandering thread of madness. It suggested that there was something about English people that she may never understand.”
― Maureen Johnson, Nine Liars

“Pain doesn’t get easier. You just have to get stronger.”
― Elizabeth Lim, Six Crimson Cranes

“It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy—it is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others.”
― Peter Swanson, Nine Lives

“He’d always wondered what was worse: to feel emptiness and not know what would make it go away, or to feel emptiness and know exactly what was missing. Tonight, for whatever reason, he seemed to have the answer. He understood with evangelical clarity how fleeting our lives are, and how foolish it is to mourn those who’ve left too soon.”
― Peter Swanson, Nine Lives

“The awful thing about loneliness, Jack thought, not for the first time, is that it isn’t always cured by other people.”
― Peter Swanson, Nine Lives

“When people believe in something, believe in it so much that it informs their life and death, it may as well exist because it's changing the physical world. At that point, it doesn't matter whether God is real or not. The belief, and the action that follows belief, makes the story true and alters the world to match.”
― GennaRose Nethercott, Thistlefoot

“what is a memory if not a ghost?”
― GennaRose Nethercott, Thistlefoot

“[A] folktale can never be forgotten because it wriggles and rearranges until it sits neatly on the heart. It is fluid and changing, able to adapt to whatever setting it finds itself in. It shifts in the mouth of every teller and adapts to the shape of each listener's ear. The facts can change (place names, the color of a character's woolen coat, the particular flowers in a small, circular garden), but the core remains the same. So the folktale survives. Assimilates. And with it--so survives the memory.”
― GennaRose Nethercott, Thistlefoot