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  • #1
    Cassandra Clare
    “Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #2
    Neil Gaiman
    “I'm alive,' said Shadow. 'I'm not dead. Remember?'

    'You're not dead,' Laura said. 'But I'm not sure you're alive, either. Not really.”
    Neil Gaiman, American Gods

  • #3
    Holly Black
    “Once someone's hurt you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn't stop you from wanting them.”
    Holly Black, White Cat

  • #4
    Neil Gaiman
    “There are stories that are true, in which each individual's tale is unique and tragic, and the worst of the tragedy is that we have heard it before, and we cannot allow ourselves to feel it to deeply. We build a shell around it like an oyster dealing with a painful particle of grit, coating it with smooth pearl layers in order to cope. This is how we walk and talk and function, day in, day out, immune to others' pain and loss. If it were to touch us it would cripple us or make saints of us; but, for the most part, it does not touch us. We cannot allow it to.”
    Neil Gaiman, American Gods

  • #5
    Neil Gaiman
    “If Hell is other people... then Purgatory is airports.”
    Neil Gaiman, American Gods

  • #6
    Neil Gaiman
    “We do not always remember the things that do no credit to us. We justify them, cover them in bright lies or with the thick dust of forgetfulness.”
    Neil Gaiman, American Gods

  • #7
    Neil Gaiman
    “Have you thought about what it means to be a god?" asked the man. He had a beard and a baseball cap. "It means you give up your mortal existence to become a meme: something that lives forever in people's minds, like the tune of a nursery rhyme. It means that everyone gets to re-create you in their own minds. You barely have your own identity any more. Instead, you're a thousand aspects of what people need you to be. And everyone wants something different from you. Nothing is fixed, nothing is stable.”
    Neil Gaiman, American Gods

  • #8
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “As they moved through the old barn, Adam felt Ronan’s eyes glance off him and away, his disinterest practiced but incomplete. Adam wondered if anyone else noticed. Part of him wished they did and immediately felt bad, because it was vanity, really:

    See, Adam Parrish is wantable, worthy of a crush, not just by anyone, someone like Ronan, who could want Gansey or anyone else and chose Adam for his hungry eyes.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

  • #9
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “Making Ronan Lynch smile felt as charged as making a bargain with Cabeswater. These were not forces to play with.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

  • #10
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master.
    This was the important thing.
    It had always been the important thing.
    This was what it was to be Adam.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

  • #11
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “Where do you live?"
    Adam's mouth was very set. "A place made for leaving"
    "That's not really an answer."
    "It's not really a place.”
    Maggie Stiefvater

  • #12
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “He left bloody fingerprints on the rock, but there was something satisfying about that.
    I was here. I exist. I’m alive, because I bleed.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

  • #13
    Maggie Stiefvater
    How arrogant we are, Adam thought, to deliver babies who can't walk or talk or feed themselves. How sure we are that nothing will destroy them before they can take care of themselves. How fragile they were, how easily abandoned and neglected and beaten and hated. Prey animals were born afraid.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

  • #14
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “I know you are not the same as him, Adam said. But in my head, everything is always so tangled. I am such a damaged thing.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

  • #15
    Holly Black
    “We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be. That's why habits are so hard to break. If we know ourselves to be liars, we expect not to tell the truth. If we think of ourselves as honest, we try harder.”
    Holly Black, White Cat

  • #16
    Richard Siken
    “What is a ghost?

    Something dead
    that seems to be alive.

    Something dead
    that doesn't know it's dead.”
    Richard Siken

  • #17
    Richard Siken
    “God says, Which one of you fuckers can get to me first?”
    Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

  • #18
    Richard Siken
    “It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio, how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces.”
    Richard Siken

  • #19
    Richard Siken
    “Oh we’re a mess, poor humans, poor flesh—hybrids of angels and animals, dolls with diamonds stuffed inside them. We’ve been to the moon and we’re still fighting over Jerusalem.”
    Richard Siken

  • #20
    Louise Glück
    “Tell me, the poet says, the lie I need to feel safe, and tell me in your own voice, so I believe you. One more tale to stay alive.”
    Louise Glück

  • #21
    Richard Siken
    “I want to tell you this story without having to confess anything,
    without having to say that I ran out into the street to prove something,
    that he didn't love me,
    that I wanted to be possessed, thrown over, that I wanted to have the wounds
    nailed shut.
    I want to tell you this story without having to be in it:
    Max in the wrong clothes. Max at the party, drunk again.
    Max in the kitchen, in refrigerator Ught, his hands around the neck of a beer.
    Tell me we're dead and I'll love you
    even more.
    I'm surprised that I say it with feeling.
    There's a thing in my stomach about this. A simple thing. The last rung.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #22
    Dante Alighieri
    “And to a place I come where nothing shines.”
    Dante Alighieri

  • #23
    Cornelia Funke
    “The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out of his room. All was drowned by its silence. But Jacob loved the night. He felt it on his skin like a promise. Like a cloak woven from freedom and danger.”
    Cornelia Funke, Reckless

  • #24
    Holly Black
    “Death’s favorites don’t die.”
    Holly Black, The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

  • #25
    Holly Black
    “We all wind up drawn to what we're afraid of, drawn to try to find a way to make ourselves safe from a thing by crawling inside of it, by loving it, by becoming it.”
    Holly Black, The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

  • #26
    Neil Gaiman
    “You know I love you,' said the other mother flatly.
    'You have a very funny way of showing it,' said Coraline.”
    Neil Gaiman, Coraline

  • #27
    Neil Gaiman
    “People believe, thought Shadow. It's what people do. They believe, and then they do not take responsibility for their beliefs; they conjure things, and do not trust the conjuration. People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales. People imagine, and people believe; and it is that rock solid belief, that makes things happen.”
    Neil Gaiman, American Gods

  • #28
    Neil Gaiman
    “What should I believe? thought Shadow, and the voice came back to him from somewhere deep beneath the world, in a bass rumble: Believe everything.”
    Neil Gaiman, American Gods

  • #29
    Mira Grant
    “Given a choice between life and death, choose life. Given a choice between right and wrong, choose what's right. And given a choice between a terrible truth and a beautiful lie, choose the truth every time.”
    Mira Grant, Blackout

  • #30
    Mira Grant
    “That’s the trouble with being scared all the time. Eventually, people just go numb.”
    Mira Grant, Deadline



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