#young-adult

"There is no such thing as helplessness. It's just another word for giving up."

"Right. Because if you have trouble putting ketchup and mustard on a hot dog, you should totally move on to saving lives."

"You matter."

"Please. Forgive me. One more chance, Blaire. I want this. I want you."

"We’re never gonna understand women. They’re way too complex. You’ve got too many variables to consider. PMS, bad hair days, miscellaneous mood swings . . . there’s no way to tell what’s causing their attitude. - Mike"

"The human body is the best work of art."

"It feels incredible to be outside when I’m supposed to be inside. The sensation of freedom is intoxicating. - Sara"

"Purple Mike promises to be an intriguing read that will teach anyone who wants to know about the highs and lows of drug addiction. Purple Mike is a legal, natural high. Enjoy reading."

"Hate looks like everybody else until it smiles"

"It's taken me all this time, all this loss, to realize what really matters is now."

"There are a million rules for being a girl. There are a million things you have to do to get through each day. High school has things that can trip you up, ruin you, people say one thing and mean another, and you have to know all the rules, you have to know what you can and can't do."

"Please, touch me, I pray."

"We could do it, you know.""What?""Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it."

"...Life is much simpler if you don’t notice anything...."

"Show yourself to the darkness, they said, and then you will see your face."--Nero SlyvenskiALL LIGHT WILL FALL"

"This is Sailor Supergirl,” George says. “She knows all about black holes."

"Happiness. It was the place where passion, with all its dazzle and drumbeat, met something softer: homecoming and safety and pure sunbeam comfort. It was all those things, intertwined with the heat and the thrill, and it was as bright within her as a swallowed star."

"Your voice sounds like a midnight fire. All warm and worn in and golden. I could listen to you talk forever.""I could never do that". She laughed at him. He brought his lips to her ear. "Your scent is like violets early in spring,"he whispered. Then he laughed at himself because though it was true, he sounded like the worst kind of fool."

"Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend."

"He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again."