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“Take a good book to bed with you—books do not snore.”
― Thea Dorn

“I read once that, on average, we replace the majority of our cells every seven years. Even more amazing: we change the upper layers of our skin every two weeks. If all the cells in our body did this, we’d be immortal. But some of our cells, like the ones in our brains, don’t renew. They age, and age us. In two weeks my skin will have no memory of Olly’s hand on mine, but my brain will remember. We can have immortality or the memory of touch. But we can’t have both.”
― Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything

“Maybe growing up means disappointing the people we love.”
― Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything

“Everything's a risk. Not doing anything is a risk. It's up to you.”
― Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything

“If you wanted to, Safiya, you could bend and shape the world.”
― Susan Dennard, Truthwitch

“Sometimes justice was all about the small victories.”
― Susan Dennard, Truthwitch

“Have you fallen in love with the wrong person yet?'
Jace said, "Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself."
..."At least," she said, "you don't have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland."
"Not necessarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Someday, Locke Lamora,” he said, “someday, you’re going to fuck up so magnificently, so ambitiously, so overwhelmingly that the sky will light up and the moons will spin and the gods themselves will shit comets with glee. And I just hope I’m still around to see it.”
“Oh please,” said Locke. “It’ll never happen.”
― Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

“Na minha opinião, a única coisa que podemos fazer pelos mortos é guardá-los na nossa memória.”
― Haruki Murakami

“Sometimes the gulls came nearer, screaming noisily as they quarreled over small fish in the pools, and sometimes they cried mournfully far away along the beach. Then Anna felt like crying too - not actually, but quietly - inside. They made a sad, and beautiful, and long-ago sound that seemed to remind her of something lovely she had once known - and lost, and never found again. But she did not know what it was.”
― Joan G. Robinson, When Marnie Was There