I did it to get what I want. Maybe I should regret that, but I can’t. Sometimes you do the bad thing and hope for the good result.
They say that nameless things change constantly—that names fix them in place like pins.
You both ... you both saved me?" "Come on," said Luis. "You make it sound like it was hard for Val to go to the Unseelie Court, strike a deal with Roiben, challenge Mabry to a duel, win back your heart, and then get back here during rush hour.
I hate that everyone calls it growing up, but it seems like DYING.
That’s family for you. Can’t live with them, can’t murder them.
Jewels, lies, slips of paper, dried flowers, memories of thing long past, useless quotations, idle hands, beads, buttons, and mischief.
Can't get away from your own self.
You can always count on your family to love you. And to betray you. And then to feel guilty about it.
I can learn to live with guilt. I don't care about being good.
I love you, you see...and I fear I have no way to say or show it that isn't terrible, except coming here. I would kill everyone in the world for you, if you wanted.......Or not obviously
You're not the way everyone says you are," Kaye said, looking at him so fiercely that he couldn't meet her gaze. "I know you're not." "You know nothing of me," he said. He wanted to punish her for the trust he saw on her face, to raze it from her now so that he would be spared the sight of her when that trust was betrayed. He wanted to tell her he found her impossibly alluring, at least half enchanted, body bruised and scratched, utterly unaware she would not live past dawn. He wondered what she would say in the face of that.
I thought weirdness was a good thing. I don't mean that defensively, either. I thought it was something to be cultivated.
I survive at the edge of friends circles.
This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.
He looks like the good boy he's never been.
Poisonous jealousy thrummed through my veins.
You can break a thing, but you cannot always guide it afterward into the shape you want.
Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.
I'm afraid my voice is going to break. I am afraid she is going to hear how much this hurts.
He wondered whether growing up was learning that most stories turned out to be lies.
Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment.
Crippled things are always more beautiful. It's the flaw that brings out beauty.
I heard you've been having some problems with your girlfriend." Headmistress Northcutt says. "No," I say. "Not at all." Audrey broke up with me after the winter holiday, exhausted by my moodiness. It's impossible to have problems with a girlfriend who's no longer mine.
The row of dolls watched her impassively from the bookshelf, their tea party propriety almost certainly offended.
I'm the best kind of thief, the kind that leaves behind items equal in value to those he's stolen.
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