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Maybe hope isn't the most dangerous thing a person can have. Maybe love is.

I think he's beginning to understand, and understanding is a horrible thing.

Because even if the lie is beautiful, the truth is what you face in the end.

A strange thing, words. Once they're said, it's hard to imagine they're untrue.

Love unrequited is violent. He loves you so much that he's turned it into hate.

There is no choice for him but to believe. He has nothing left to give in offering.

Every star has been set in the sky. We mistakenly think they were put there for us.

You've been captive for so long that you don't even realize you want freedom anymore.

Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying.

You’re insane, you know that?” he says. “It’s the only thing keeping me afloat,” I say.

What have you done? What have you given up?' So many things, Cecily. More than you know.

Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.

I'm suddenly finding it hard to know the difference between nightmares and consciousness.

I think, in this strange world of beautiful things, there may be some humanity after all.

He says one word, nodding into the daylight. "Look." It's an astounding word. It's a gift.

It doesn't matter how much his mother loves him; love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

I always knew I was an excellent liar; I just didn't know that I had it in me to fool myself.

I don't know if it was love or an illusion. I don't know if there's ever a way to be certain.

I've done it all before, I tell myself, and I can do it again. Trust is the strongest weapon.

Hope, that risky, illustrious thing. It should have gone extinct by now, but we keep it alive.

For males twenty-five is the fatal age. For women it's twenty. We are all dropping like flies.

I'll tell you something about true love. There's no science to it. It's as natural as the sky.

There is a dark place calling to me, but I will not go just yet. I know I can't return from it.

Her mind is a bird that's trapped inside her skull, flapping and thrashing, never breaking free.

It's best to let her go," he says. No, no, that's wrong. It's never right to give up on someone.

But there’s no such thing as free. There are only different and more horrible ways to be enslaved.

Momentum,' She repeats. 'You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.

I watch the ashes swim around like dandelion puffs, making swirls where bodies and walls once stood.

I've loved you since the day I stole the atlas for you," Gabriel says, because he thinks I'm asleep.

She would do anything, anything to belong to his son after a lifetime of belonging to no one at all.

There's a sort of dead passion in him. A spark that, had he more years to live, would be a wildfire.

It was my fifth grade teacher who introduced the idea that writing could be more than a hobby for me.

Someday I'll tell you all of it," I say. "I'd like that," he says. "No," I say. "I promise you won't.

Living in a place like this, she must have learned how to see all the monsters that can hide a person.

I lost everyone I loved," I tell him. I wait for him to look at me, and then I add, "The day I met you.

Forget who you are and what you think is there, and you'll discover things that don't exist to be known.

Maybe what frightens us about the edge isn't our fear of morality, but the thoughts it leads us to have.

It is the face of a girl who has seen the world, who realizes that it hates her, and who hates it in return.

I realized how wonderful YA is and how I really wanted to write something that created that level of intrigue.

Childhood is a long, long road, from which that dark whispering forest of death seems an impossible destination.

I start trying to stay unconscious. The problem with this is that no amount of willpower can change the reality.

The sullen boy sitting before me is not my husband, and the girl he is fretting over isn't me, will never be me.

You can't be afraid. You can be sad if you like. You can be angry. But it's the fear that'll freeze you in place.

I shake my head, watching snow tumble and swirl from an all-white sky. The world seems so clean if you only look up

No matter how lonely it makes me, and no matter how wide and horrific the loneliness, at least I remember who I am.

I had this feeling like the solution to everything would be down there if only I could dig through all those clouds.

Maybe it is desperation. Maybe we can't let things fall apart without trying. We can't let go of the people we love.

There are so many of us, so many girls. The world wants us for our wombs or our bodies, or it doesn't want us at all.

Write words you’re willing to burn at the stake for. Write words you’d believe in even if the rest of the world didn’t.

You can try to please everyone and risk accomplishing nothing, or go for your dreams and risk pissing a few people off.

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