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  • #541
    Anne Rice
    “It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words.”
    Anne Rice, The Queen of the Damned

  • #542
    Anne Rice
    “Keep your secrets
    Keep your silence
    It is a better gift than truth”
    Anne Rice, The Queen of the Damned

  • #543
    Anne Rice
    “It was haunted; but real hauntings have nothing to do with ghosts finally; they have to do with the menace of memory.”
    Anne Rice, The Queen of the Damned

  • #544
    Anne Rice
    “Yes, I know," "And I love to hear you say it, Louis. I need to hear you say it. I don't think anyone will ever say it quite like you do. Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!”
    Anne Rice, The Queen of the Damned

  • #545
    Anne Rice
    “In the flesh,” Maharet said. “In the flesh all wisdom begins. Beware the thing that has no flesh. Beware the gods, beware the idea, beware the devil.”
    Anne Rice, The Queen of the Damned

  • #546
    Cassandra Clare
    “The Institute has a very old magic woven into its walls. I shall now use it to commune with my mother, wherever she might be found." He put his hands around his mouth and bellowed at the top of his lungs. "MOOOOOOOOOM!”
    Cassandra Clare, The Lost Book of the White

  • #547
    Cassandra Clare
    “You're my heart, Magnus Bane.
    Stay unbroken, for me.”
    Cassandra Clare, The Lost Book of the White

  • #548
    Cassandra Clare
    “If I only jumped when I knew where I was going to land, I would never jump at all.”
    Cassandra Clare, The Lost Book of the White

  • #549
    Cassandra Clare
    “Magnus hesitated. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “We’ve been rushing around getting ready to leave, and I haven’t so much as googled the word Svefnthorn.”

    “I googled it,” Jace said, to Alec’s surprise. “While we were getting our stuff together.”

    “You,” said Alec, “googled it.”

    “Yeah,” said Jace. “It sounded Norse, so I went into the library and looked it up in the Saga Concordances. Like a normal person. That’s googling, right?”

    “More or less,” said Simon.”
    Cassandra Clare, The Lost Book of the White

  • #550
    Cassandra Clare
    “I’ve made some weird calls in my time,” Jace mused, “but spending ten minutes in free fall from one unknown place in a hell dimension to a different unknown place in a hell dimension is pretty reckless even for me.”

    “Don’t feel bad,” said Magnus. “It wasn’t really your decision.”
    Cassandra Clare, The Lost Book of the White

  • #551
    Cassandra Clare
    “Good God, I've been rescued by an idiot!"-- Catarina Loss”
    Cassandra Clare, The Lost Book of the White

  • #552
    Cassandra Clare
    “Can we see the glowing fissure in your chest?” Simon asked.

    “Simon, it’s rude to bring up glowing fissures in other people’s chests,” said Clary. “What do you think they want with the Book of the White, Magnus?”

    Magnus turned to look at Alec. “So, you told them everything? Did you say the S-word? The R-word?”

    Alec rolled his eyes. “If you’re asking if I told them about Shinyun and Ragnor, I did.”
    Cassandra Clare, The Lost Book of the White

  • #553
    Cassandra Clare
    “Alec," Kadir said, very intensely. "I also must speak to you about "The Very Small Mouse Who Went a Very Long Way," by Courtney Gray Wiese."
    "What about it?" Alec said.
    "You did not tell me," Kadir said. "You did not warn me sufficiently."
    "We tried," said Alec.
    In bleak tones, Kadir recited, "The finest mouse will go neglected/Who is not often disinfected."
    "It's hard to prepare someone for it," Alec said. "You kind of have to experience it for yourself."
    "Indeed," said Kadir. "I am glad for "Where the Wild Things Are," at least. I have learned, after all these years, where the wild things are. They are in this Institute.”
    Cassandra Clare, The Lost Book of the White

  • #554
    Cassandra Clare
    “Each time, she noticed his eyes, luminous and slit-pupiled—each time, he expected her to be frightened, but she was only ever curious. When she got old enough, she would ask him, "Why do you have cat eyes?" He got to try out plenty of responses.
    "I traded them with my cat. Now he has human eyes."
    "The better to see you with, my dear."
    "Why do you not have cat eyes?”
    Cassandra Clare, The Lost Book of the White

  • #555
    Cassandra Clare
    “He leaned forward and kissed Magnus, gently, slowly, the way he would on a Sunday morning in bed. It was totally at odds with their situation, totally at odds with how either of them felt in that moment. It was wonderful.
    "Not the time!" Jace yelled from a little ways ahead of them.
    "Always the time," Alec murmured against Magnus's mouth. He called back to Jace, "Just working to keep up morale!”
    Cassandra Clare, The Lost Book of the White

  • #556
    Cassandra Clare
    “Great news," said Magnus, and he jumped off the platform. He floated slowly down to the plain, waving at Isabelle as he passed.
    "Magnus!" said Clary, lopping the head off one of the Baigujing skeletons. "Good to see you!"
    "I'm going to say something," Simon said in Clary's direction, "and I don't want you to get mad."
    Clary let out a long, beleaguered breath. "Go ahead. I guess you've earned it."
    "Magnus," Simon said with a smirk. "Nice of you to drop in."
    Clary sighed again.”
    Cassandra Clare, The Lost Book of the White

  • #557
    Cassandra Clare
    “Kit’s jaw was still set. Jem knew that look. Herondales were always flames, he thought. They loved and suffered as if they would burn away with the sheer force of their own fire.”
    Cassandra Clare, Ghosts of the Shadow Market

  • #558
    Cassandra Clare
    “Kit straightened up. “Nope, I’m good. Come on Brother Hauntingly Attractive.”
    “There’s no need to mention this to Tessa.”
    “And Yet,” said Kit, “I’m gonna.”
    Cassandra Clare, Ghosts of the Shadow Market

  • #559
    Pierce Brown
    “He is like any other petty tyrant of history. A slave to his own whims. A master of nothing but selfishness.”
    Pierce Brown, Red Rising

  • #560
    Holly Black
    “I feel a little pummelled by Oak's beauty.

    If I look at him too long, I want to take a bite out of him.”
    Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

  • #561
    Holly Black
    “It is hard to explain the savagery of hope.”
    Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

  • #562
    Holly Black
    “She's going to want to wear your skull for a hat," Oak warns.
    There is an uncomfortable shifting among the ex-falcons. Perhaps they are recalling their own choice to denounce her, their own punishment.
    "And Cardan is going to laugh and laugh when she does.”
    Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

  • #563
    Holly Black
    “Sometimes life gives us the terrible gift of our own wishes come true.”
    Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

  • #564
    Holly Black
    “My sister thinks that she’s the only one who can take poison, but I am poison,' he whispers, eyes half-closed, talking to himself. 'Poison in my blood. I poison everything I touch.”
    Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

  • #565
    Holly Black
    “he's the kind of beautiful that makes people want to smash things”
    Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

  • #566
    Holly Black
    “Fear is not love, but it can appear much the same.”
    Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

  • #567
    Holly Black
    “Perhaps it is Oak who is the fool, who caught a wolf and thought that by putting it in a gown and speaking to it as though it were a girl, it would become one.”
    Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

  • #568
    Holly Black
    “How appropriate to have my tongue cut out, when silence has been my refuge and my cage.”
    Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

  • #569
    Holly Black
    “Have I ever told you how much you sound like Madoc when you talk about murder?” Cardan said, opening one eye. “Because you do.”

    Oak expected his sister to be angry, but she only laughed. “That must be what you like about me.”

    “That you’re terrifying?” he asked, his drawl becoming exaggeratedly languorous, almost a purr. “I adore it.”

    She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes. The king’s arms came around her, and she shivered once, as though letting something fall away.”
    Holly Black, The Prisoner’s Throne

  • #570
    Holly Black
    “Why does anyone want anyone else? [...] We do not love because people deserve it - nor would I want to be loved because I was the most deserving of some list of candidates. I want to be loved for my worst self as well as my best. I want to be forgiven my flaws.”
    Holly Black, The Prisoner’s Throne



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