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“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest

“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.”
― Langston Hughes

“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”
― William Wordsworth

“But that's the way life goes most of the time: the thing you least count on comes along and ruins everything else you got planned.”
― Justina Ireland, Dread Nation

“Little Fox, when I saw you, I thought-'

He broke off as he set her atop all the twisted sheets. Then he fisted her hair in his hand and tugged until she was looking up at him. His face had all the agony of a fallen star, broken and beautiful, with eyes so blue, the colour of everything else looked dull.

Deliberately, his gaze fell to her lips.

Her breathing turned ragged, and she wished just once that he could kiss her.

He leaned closer and gently twisted her hair, angling her head as he brought their mouths incredibly close.

'You're still bleeding.' He licked the centre of her lips, soft and agonisingly slow. His tongue felt like heaven and hell. Like everything she wanted and all she couldn't have. She had to stop herself from leaning closer, though she doubted Jacks would let her. She could feel his fingers against her scalp, holding her in place, keeping her lips just shy of his.

But maybe it was close enough. Maybe they didn't have to touch. She could live like this as long as she could live with him.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“Why are all pretty boys insane?”
― Justina Ireland, Promise of Shadows

“Being an introvert doesn’t mean you’re shy. It means you enjoy being alone. Not just enjoy it—you need it. If you’re a true introvert, other people are basically energy vampires. You don’t hate them; you just have to be strategic about when you expose yourself to them—like the sun. They give you life, sure, but they can also burn you and”
― Amy Schumer, The Girl with the Lower Back Tattoo

“I don't know how introverts survived without the Internet. Or with the Internet. Actually, I don't know how we survive at all. It feels impossible.”
― Amy Schumer, The Girl with the Lower Back Tattoo

“Whatever it is, Jacks, you won't feel the same in a minute."
He swalloved hard and clenched his jaw. "You have no idea what I'm feeling now."
He looked at her lips, and the most tortured expression she'd ever seen crossed his face.
When Jacks wanted something, it was with an intensity that could break worlds and build kingdoms. That was the energy pouring off him now, as if he wanted to destroy her and make her his queen all at once.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“We are all worthy of one another.”
― Edward P. Jones, The Known World

“Her lips were hers one moment. And the they were his.”
― Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn

“Ending a novel is almost like putting a child to sleep—it can't be done abruptly.”
― Colm Tóibín

“The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money.

Take boots, for example. He earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles.

But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that'd still be keeping his feet dry in ten years' time, while the poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet.

This was the Captain Samuel Vimes 'Boots' theory of socioeconomic unfairness.”
― Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms: The Play

“Lie naked on the table, and let them cut. Criticism is surgery, and humility is the anesthetic that allows you to tolerate it. In the end, the process will make you a stronger, more flexible, and truly creative writer. It will replace attitude with genuine confidence, and empty arrogance with artistry.”
― Molly Cochran

“They were like lightning and rain, existing together but clashing at their very natures.”
― T.S. Pettibone, Hatred Day

“It's been a pleasure pleasing you.”
― T.S. Pettibone, Hatred Day

“What we remember from childhood we remember forever - permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen.”
― Cynthia Ozick

“I read hungrily and delightedly, and have realized since that you can’t write unless you read.”
― William Trevor

“The human face has limited space. If you fill it with laughter there will be no room for crying.”
― Rohinton Mistry, A Fine Balance

“If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.”
― Abraham Sutzkever

“Up here on the roof, so close to the stars, she felt young and alive and hateful.”
― Katharine McGee, The Thousandth Floor

“I believe in happiness. I'm just not sure love will actually get you there.”
― Katharine McGee, The Thousandth Floor

“You fuck - you ate my cat!”
― Kendare Blake, Anna Dressed in Blood

“You make me want things I can't have.”
― Kendare Blake, Anna Dressed in Blood

“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

“I've always believed a man is what he does, not what others say.”
― Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn

“I failed you one last thing. Here is my chance to rectify it. It was never because I didn’t feel it. It was because I swore I would never say it, and a man is nothing if he can’t keep his promises
So I write it to the sky -
I love you, a thousand times over. And I will never apologize for it.”
― Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn

“The tears and the pain all but blinding her, she forced open her eyes one more time, to a curtain of dark hair; to a waterfall of black ink spilling across the last page of her life.
No.
I’m not nothing.
I was loved.”
― Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn

“Khalid’s features smoothed knowingly. “How right you are. You are not mine.” He dropped his palm from the door. “I am yours.”
― Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath & the Dawn

“For nothing, not the sun, not the rain, not even the brightest star in the darkest sky, could begin to compare to the wonder of you.”
― Renee Ahdieh