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“Sometimes a question can hurt more than an answer.”
― Sarah Dessen, Along for the Ride

“Ah, my daughter,ʺ he said. ʺEighteen, and already youʹve been accused of murder, aided felons, and acquired a death count higher than most guardians will ever see.ʺ He paused. ʺI couldnʹt be prouder.”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“what's your name?"
what?" i asked, squinting at the light.
your name." I reconized Dr. Olendzki peering over me.
you know my name."
I want you to tell me."
Rose. Rose Hathaway."
Do you know your birthday?"
Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records?"
Dr. Olendzki gave an exasperated sigh and walked off, taking the annoying light with her. "I think she's fine,”
― Richelle Mead, Frostbite

“Dimitri: "Why did you come here?"
Rose: "Because you hit me on the head and dragged me here.”
― Richelle Mead, Blood Promise

“If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking.”
― Richelle Mead, Blood Promise

“I've heard a lot about you, Rose. Don't worry. It was all good."
"No, it wasn't.”
― Richelle Mead, Frostbite

“We can't stop living because other people are dead.”
― Richelle Mead, Frostbite

“When I saw you fall..."
"You thought, 'Wow, she's a loser.”
― Richelle Mead, Vampire Academy

“You, know I'm the Queen's favorite great nephew, Well, yeah I'm her only great nephew, but that's not important, I'd still be her favorite...”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Kiss

“You need me? You yell. You want to leave? We go. I'll get you out of here, no matter what.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“Love conquers all," Aphrodite promised. "Look at Helen and Paris. Did they let anything come between them?"
"Didn't they start the Trojan War and get thousands of people killed?"
"Pfft. That's not the point. Follow your heart.”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse

“Wow," Thalia muttered. "Apollo is hot."
"He's the sun god," I said.
"That's not what I meant.”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse

“I'll just love you whether you want me to or not.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Piece of Heaven?"

"No, that other place I'm going to go to for thinking what I'm thinking.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“You smell good, too,” said Patch

It’s called a shower.” I was staring straight ahead. When he didn’t answer, I turned sideways. “Soap. Shampoo. Hot water.”

Naked. I know the drill.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn't.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“I don't go out with strangers," I said.

"Good thing I do. I'll pick you up at five.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked.
"If I did?"
"I don't like it."
He grinned. "It stays, Angel.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“You want to talk? Fine. Talk. Tell me something you've never told anybody else.'

I thought for a moment. 'Turtles have the second-largest brains of any animal on the planet.'

It took Isabel only a second to process this. 'No, they don't.'

'I know that's why I've never told anybody that before.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Linger

“Beneath me, the bed tipped as Cole edged closer. I felt him lean over me. His breath, warm and measured, hit my cheek. Two breaths. Three. Four. I didn't know what I wanted. Then I heard him stop breathing, and a second later, I felt his lips on my mouth.

It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them. My mouth parted and stilled; it was so quiet, a whisper, not a shout. Cole's hand touched my neck, thumb pressed into the skin next to my jaw. It wasn't a touch that said I need more. It was a touch that said I want this.

It was all completely soundless. I didn't think either of us was breathing.

Cole sat back up, slowly, and I opened my eyes. His expression, as ever, was blank, the face he wore when something mattered.

He said, "That's how I would kiss you, if I loved you.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Forever

“Voicemail #1: “Hi, Isabel Culpeper. I am lying in my bed, looking at the ceiling. I am mostly naked. I am thinking of … your mother. Call me.”

Voicemail #2: The first minute and thirty seconds of “I’ve Gotta Get a Message to You” by the Bee Gees.

Voicemail #3: “I’m bored. I need to be entertained. Sam is moping. I may kill him with his own guitar. It would give me something to do and also make him say something. Two birds with one stone! I find all these old expressions unnecessarily violent. Like, ring around the rosy. That’s about the plague, did you know? Of course you did. The plague is, like, your older cousin. Hey, does Sam talk to you? He says jack shit to me. God, I’m bored. Call me.”

Voicemail #4: “Hotel California” by the Eagles, in its entirety, with every instance of the word California replaced with Minnesota.

Voicemail #5: “Hi, this is Cole St. Clair. Want to know two true things? One, you’re never picking up this phone. Two, I’m never going to stop leaving long messages. It’s like therapy. Gotta talk to someone. Hey, you know what I figured out today? Victor’s dead. I figured it out yesterday, too. Every day I figure it out again. I don’t know what I’m doing here. I feel like there’s no one I can —”

Voicemail #6: “So, yeah, I’m sorry. That last message went a little pear-shaped. You like that expression? Sam said it the other day. Hey, try this theory on for size: I think he’s a dead British housewife reincarnated into a Beatle’s body. You know, I used to know this band that put on fake British accents for their shows. Boy, did they suck, aside from being assholes. I can’t remember their name now. I’m either getting senile or I’ve done enough to my brain that stuff’s falling out. Not so fair of me to make this one-sided, is it? I’m always talking about myself in these things. So, how are you, Isabel Rosemary Culpeper? Smile lately? Hot Toddies. That was the name of the band. The Hot Toddies.”

Voicemail #20: “I wish you’d answer.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Forever

“Where are Sam and Grace?"

"Ringo left in his car a few hours ago. He must've taken Grace with him. I don't know where they went."

"You didn't ask?"

"We're not married" Cole said, and added, in a more humble tone, "yet".”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Forever

“He started to dance. And all at once, because Cole was dancing, I was dancing. And this Cole was even more persuasive than the last one. This was everything about Cole's smile made into a real thing, a physical object made out of his hands looped around me, and his long body pushed up against mine. I loved to dance, but I'd always been aware that I was dancing, aware of what my body was doing. Now, with this music thumping and Cole dancing with me, everything became invisible but the music. I was invisible. My hips were the booming bass. My hands on Cole were the wails of the synthesizer. My body was nothing but the hard, pulsing beat of the track.

My thoughts were flashes in between the downbeats.

beat:

my hand pressed on Cole's stomach

beat:

our hips crushed together

beat:

Cole's laugh

beat:

we were one person

Even knowing that Cole was good at this because it was what he did didn't make it any less of an amazing thing. Plus, he wasn't trying to be amazing without me--every move of his body was to make us move together. There was no ego, just the music and our bodies.

When the track ended, Cole stepped back, out of breath, half a smile on his face. I couldn't see how he could stop. I wanted to dance until I couldn't stand up. I wanted to crush our bodies against each other until there was no pulling them apart.

"You're an addiction," I told him.

"You should know.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Forever

“Food," I suggested. "Sleep. That's what I need. To get the hell away from here."
Cole frowned at me, as if I'd suggested "ducks" and "yoga".”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Forever

“Some people see what they want to see.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Forever

“I can't tell the difference," I said. "Between not fighting and giving up.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Forever

“Smart people learn from their mistakes. But the real sharp ones learn from the mistakes of others.”
― Brandon Mull, Fablehaven

“Now the tattoos," Zia announced.
"Brilliant!" I said.
"On your tongue," she added.
"Excuse me?”
― Rick Riordan, The Red Pyramid

“You've got the killer instincts of a houseplant.”
― Josephine Angelini, Starcrossed