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“Anna was, Livia is, Plurabelle's to be. Northmen's thing made southfolk's place but howmulty plurators made eachone in per-son? Latin me that, my trinity scholard, out of eure sanscreed into
oure eryan! Hircus Civis Eblanensis! He had buckgoat paps on him, soft ones for orphans. Ho, Lord! Twins of his bosom. Lord save us! And ho! Hey? What all men. Hot? His tittering daugh-ters of. Whawk?
Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flitter-ing bats, fieldmice bawk talk. Ho! Are you not gone ahome?
What Thom Malone? Can't hear with bawk of bats, all thim liffey-ing waters of. Ho, talk save us! My foos won't moos. I feel as old as yonder elm. A tale told of Shaun or Shem? All Livia's daughter-
sons. Dark hawks hear us. Night! Night! My ho head halls. I feel as heavy as yonder stone. Tell me of John or Shaun? Who wereShem and Shaun the living sons or daughters of? Night now!
Tell me, tell me, tell me, elm! Night night! Telmetale of stem or stone. Beside the rivering waters of, hitherandthithering waters of. Night!”
― James Joyce, Finnegans Wake

“You will leave her alone,â€� Gabriel said. “One way or another.â€�
“That sounds like a death threat, Walsh.�
“Then you lack imagination.”
― Kelley Armstrong, Deceptions

“Math is my Passion. Engineering is my Profession.”
― Wilfred James Dolor

“dreams can be dangerous things”
― Cassandra Clare

“His eyes search mine, more serious than his tone would indicate, and I know he’s looking to see whether or not I’m falling apart. He doesn’t need to.”
― Kiersten White, Perfect Lies

“I’ll take care of her.â€�
“She’s not yours to take care of.”
― Kiersten White, Mind Games

“Forever just us.”
― Suzanne Young, The Remedy

“Ah, but that’s the glory of not being Eden. She can feel bad all she wants and we never have to feel it!â€�
“You, beautiful girl, are mean.�
I smile and pull my sunglasses down. “You love me.”
― Kiersten White, Mind Games

“I’m your big sister. I don’t have to see anything to know James is always something bad.â€�
Fia snorts. “You wouldn’t think so if you could look at him.”
― Kiersten White, Mind Games

“I don’t even remember what happy felt like. I think it probably felt like that night I got really drunk with James. Soft and fuzzy, everything spinning and out of focus.”
― Kiersten White, Mind Games

“He is very, very careful. I wish he wouldn’t be.”
― Kiersten White, Mind Games

“I’m his. It’s such a relief to be someone’s, to not have to be my own.”
― Kiersten White, Mind Games

“And I think that this, here, with James, will always be wrong but it will always be the right sort of wrong, because if we don’t do this, no one will. We are a matched set of perfect liars, perfectly destroyed people, perfect for destruction.”
― Kiersten White, Mind Games

“She looked . . . whole. With him.”
― Kiersten White, Perfect Lies

“We are both of us made of the things we have lost.”
― Kiersten White, Perfect Lies

“If we are defined by what we have lost, James and I will never really be found.”
― Kiersten White, Perfect Lies

“You're a faggot.”
― James Tolsma

“You are going to bed,â€� James snaps.
“Ooh, James,â€� Fia whispers dramatically. “Not in front of my sister. She hates you.”
― Kiersten White, Mind Games

“But James is my north now. The flames are my north now. Our dark secrets are my north now.”
― Kiersten White, Perfect Lies

“Then she leans over, brushes her lips against his forehead, and turns off the lamp.”
― Kiersten White, Perfect Lies

“Whatever else he is, James is my one safe place in the world.”
― Kiersten White, Perfect Lies

“My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out. James. “What,â€� I answer, annoyed. I don’t want his voice on the phone, I want it in my ear.
“Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are when you dance?� A hand comes around my waist and I grab the wrist, twist it, then turn to find myself right up against James, and everything is right again. I lean against him, tip my face toward him.
“Oh, hi,� I say.
“Oh, ouch,â€� he says.”
― Kiersten White, Perfect Lies

“James is mine. He is my north, and as long as we are together, everything is okay.”
― Kiersten White, Perfect Lies

“Fia,â€� James says, and I love the way he always answers the phone with my name: a statement, not a question.”
― Kiersten White, Perfect Lies

“James is all I have. I chose James. He has to be right. Please let him be right.”
― Kiersten White, Perfect Lies

“I chose him. If I chose him, he had to be the right choice. I wouldn’t love him if it weren’t right.”
― Kiersten White, Perfect Lies

“I am waiting to write the poem that is something like a dance movie, the ones populated by fair haired ballerinas with just a little bit of singe to their tulle, not quite as dark as the Natalie Portman one, but girls woefully misunderstood by their parents or harboring dead mothers and sad pasts.”
― Kristy Bowen, I Hate You James Franco

“I can’t figure out whether the idea of seeing James or never seeing him again hurts more. I don’t want to talk to him until I can decide. We walked the path together, but he almost took me so far down it I would have fallen off the edge. Not even he could have caught me then.”
― Kiersten White, Perfect Lies

“The sum of a person's life is not determined by one action. It is what you do with the time you are given that matters.”
― Danielle James, Absolution

“I was sitting in a movie theater at 4:13 in the morning, with a faerie muse who had vaguely psychic vampire tendencies, watching The Sixth Sense.

At this point in my life I’d had some pretty freaky, surreal experiences already, such as (1) watching my best friend move things with her mind, (2) being dragged from my wrecked car by a soulless faerie assassin, and (3) feeling the inexorable pull of the king of the dead’s nightly song. And really, sitting with Nuala and watching a crazy little boy tell Bruce Willis that he saw dead people should’ve been included amongst them.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Ballad: A Gathering of Faerie