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“I looked, noted details mechanically, and quietly shut the door on the part of my head that had started screaming the second I entered the room.”
― Jim Butcher, Storm Front

“I'm never getting a tattoo. My secrets are etched safely on the inside and I intend to keep them there.”
― Lisa O'Donnell, The Death of Bees

“We always felt divine in this place, tasting a desired view of the world, knowing a voracious appetite for the love that dare not speak its name, my soul sewn to your soul. Our fortunate embroidery.”
― Lisa O'Donnell, The Death of Bees

“I thought about my father. I usually do, when I get that low. He was a good man, a generous man, a hopeless loser.”
― Jim Butcher, Storm Front

“Telling the truth doesn't matter to a stranger for he knows little and can judge nothing.”
― Lisa O'Donnell, The Death of Bees

“She'd been willing and able to submit because she'd been strong enough to come to him as an equal.”
― Maya Banks, Burn

“Describing something helps to define it, to give it limits, to set guardrails of understanding around it.”
― Jim Butcher, Storm Front

“...in other words, intelligence should be the reward of the virginal nonsmokers of the world, not some morally corrupt teenager with dead junkies in her back garden.”
― Lisa O'Donnell, The Death of Bees

“Grammy would speak of lost things, old things, things we should remember when it is hard to love, when one should play.”
― Lisa O'Donnell

“It happens fast when it comes for you, the callous quickening, the blood stilling, the breath falling swift as a swallow. I held you tight then, bound you petrified to a life withering and anchored in silence, but you escaped me and a quiet calm embraced the room, a kindness drawing you close and letting you go. The passage of a gentleman.”
― Lisa O'Donnell, The Death of Bees

“I'll make a steak pie and some roast potatoes, peas, and maybe a bramble and raspberry crumble. How you loved that crumble and I was so mean about it, I wouldn't give you the recipe in case you left me and made it for someone else. Doesn't matter now I suppose.”
― Lisa O'Donnell, The Death of Bees

“They understand why she sits in their pews staring at icons, seeking out judgment, seeking atonement for the boy still waiting for her on pavements.”
― Lisa O'Donnell, The Death of Bees

“Urban living has certainly hardened them. The neglect and the poverty, it steals so much from children, forcing them to snatch whatever's offered them--and how they grab at the things put upon them by strangers, the unnatural comforts and abhorrent cruelties.”
― Lisa O'Donnell, The Death of Bees

“...a blind man running for a bus could have told them he was queer.”
― Lisa O'Donnell, The Death of Bees

“I smoke my cigarettes, staring into his eyes, it feels like we're cowboys on a dusty trail sizing each other up before we shoot each other. My gun is loaded. I don't have to check, the bullet is a dead daughter. I don't know what his bullet is.”
― Lisa O'Donnell

“Birds keep chirping and music keeps playing. Life continues as another life ebbs away.

We have seen death before, Marnie and I, a mountain of ice melting over time, drops of water freezing at your core reminding you every day of that which has vanished, but the despair we know today is a sadness sailing sorrow through every bone and knuckle.

There is no moment in which we say good-bye, there is no finality as he slips into peacefulness, he simply leaves us, and though I seek courage when he passes I am weakened by tears, but I must hide them for he leaves us a lie to conceal, a lie he sent to save us.”
― Lisa O'Donnell, The Death of Bees

“I fear death, I have always feared death. It comes like a gale and never with permission. I would meet it again today.”
― Lisa O'Donnell, The Death of Bees

“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is inprobably biased toward the consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it-or my observation of it-is temporary?”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“For mines are for men, not for money. And money is not something to go mad about, and throw your hat into the air for. Money is for food and clothes and comfort, and a visit to the pictures. Money is to make happy the lives of children. Money is for security, and for dreams, and for hopes, and for purposes. Money is for buying the fruits of the earth, of the land where you were born.”
― Alan Paton, Cry, the Beloved Country

“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there.

It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“Whenever you read a cancer booklet or website or whatever, they always list depression among the side effects of cancer. But, in fact, depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Water's death with was Augustus Waters.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“Our fearlessness shall be our secret weapon.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“There was quite a lot of competitiveness about it, with everybody wanting to beat not only cancer itself, but also the other people in the room. Like, I realize that this is irrational, but when they tell you that you have, say, a 20 percent chance of living five years, the math kicks in and you figure that’s one in five . . . so you look around and think, as any healthy person would: I gotta outlast four of these bastards.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“But it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he has Cassius note, ‘The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars