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If curiosity killed the cat, it was satisfaction that brought it back.
Magic gives you a lot of choices," Grandad says. "Most of them are bad.
Keep going' she told herself, 'Don't look back.' But she looked anyways.
Instead, it just reminded her that sometimes there were no good choices.
More and more I feel like the boy who cut off his nose to spite his face.
He was saying that the end of the world wasn't an accident; it was a joke.
You have to write a lot. And you have to rewrite what you wrote a lot more.
You sure you want to cross me?" In that moment she's her father's daughter.
He’s quiet then. We lie next to each other, twin corpses waiting for burial.
No trouble ever got fixed late at night," he said. "Midnight is for regrets.
Flattery will get you everywhere," Sam says, "Except, apparently, off a roof.
Sometimes,” Sam says, “I can’t tell when you’re lying.” “I never lie,” I lie.
A girl like that, Grandad said, perfumes herself with ozone and metal filings.
Crippled things are always more beautiful. It's the flaw that brings out beauty.
We’re all dying, Cassel. It’s just that some of us are dying faster than others.
I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.
Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.
A second book that makes you rethink the first book is the Holy Grail of a series.
He wondered whether growing up was learning that most stories turned out to be lies.
Because I am about to be devoured by poodles," I quip. "Remember me always, my love.
If the enemy of my enemy is my friend, then surely you should be friend to my friend.
Nobody ever really sees me the way I am, underneath everything. But she did. She does.
When you don't know what you're searching for, you have to look absolutely everywhere.
Marks forget that whenever something's too good to be true, that's because it's a con.
Writers usually don't get to pick our own covers. I know it's surprising to hear that.
Boys never believe I can beat them, she told me back then. But I always win in the end.
They say that nameless things change constantly—that names fix them in place like pins.
I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don't know how to be this kind of villain.
You can break a thing, but you cannot always guide it afterward into the shape you want.
It’s hard to come up with a scheme to thwart some other scheme you don’t even know about.
Once, there was a girl who vowed she would save everyone in the world, but forgot herself.
The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.
I'm afraid my voice is going to break. I am afraid she is going to hear how much this hurts.
You said you were allowed to lose it,' some part of her reminded herself. 'Not yet, not yet.
This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.
Philip Sharpe was a soldier in God's army," says the minister. "Now he marches with the angels.
But if you didn't believe in monsters, then how were you going to be able to keep safe from them?
I'm the best kind of thief, the kind that leaves behind items equal in value to those he's stolen.
The first boy I fell in love with didn't know I loved him, but he managed to break my heart anyway.
He runs to the sink to spit it out. I grin. There’s nothing quite as funny as someone else’s misery.
Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.
You can always count on your family to love you. And to betray you. And then to feel guilty about it.
I've loved vampires for a very long time. In eighth grade, I guess, my research paper was on vampires.
If you keep it," Daneca says, "he'll have his claws in you." Everyone has their claws in me. Everyone.
Carney is like a graveyard where everyone already owns their plots and has built houses on top of them.
I'm afraid that whatever I touch is spoilt by the contact." "I'm not scared of being spoiled," Val said.
She can’t help it. She loves the con. I tell myself I’m not like her, but I have to admit I love it too.
Put your puppet on the throne." said Talathain. "You may make her Queen but she won’t be Queen for long.
I'm sorry I kissed you- it was selfish and it upset you- but you can't ask me to pretend I didnt want to.
After that, she wasn't sure what the game was or if she'd imagined it. All she knew was that she had lost.