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“I wish I was close to Jace Herondale," Julie sighted. "He is so gorgeous."
"He is foxier than a fox fur in a fox hole on fox hunting day," Beatriz agreed dreamily.”
― Cassandra Clare, Welcome to Shadowhunter Academy

“Thank you, I guess.
It’s good to see they’ve replaced Silas Briggs with
someone who’s a little more reasonable.� He grinned.
“Not to mention, someone with a much prettier face.�

Agent Pallas snapped the ankle monitor on, and Kyle
yelled out in pain.

“Son of a bitch, you got some skin there!� he said to
Pallas.

Cameron threw the FBI agent a look. “Jack.�
He shrugged. “It slipped.� He turned back to Kyle with
a look that could wilt plants.”
― Julie James, A Lot like Love

“Everything dies eventually. We all know that. People, cities, whole civilizations. Nothing lasts. So if existence was just binary, dead or alive, here or not here, what would be the fucking point in anything? My mom used to say that's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory - hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can build off our pasts and make futures.”
― Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies

“Julie looked like she was about to cry and waved her arms. "Whatever. Look, I'm not stupid. I know things! Adult things."
- "Like what?" "Like sex. I know about sex." I just stared at her. I wasn't opening that can of worms.”
― Ilona Andrews, Curran

“When I got a bad grade in my old boarding school, Kate would make a trip to the school to chew me out. When I got homesick, I'd flunk a grade on purpose. Sometimes she came by herself. Sometimes with other people. Boy kind of people. Of whom I promised myself I wouldn't be thinking about, because they were idiots.”
― Ilona Andrews, An Apple for the Creature

“I can't believe you didn't say you were Simon Lewis," she said. "I thought you were just a mundane."
Simon leaned slightly away. "I am just a mundane.”
― Cassandra Clare, Welcome to Shadowhunter Academy

“What did I tell you about plastic ties?
Only for humans, Julie murmured.
If you don't listen to me, I can't teach you anything.”
― ilona andrews, Magic Slays

“I sniffed as a few tears escaped, lifting my hands to wipe them away. It was then that I caught the only clues I’d been given by whoever had left me here.
On one wrist someone had written You are Kahlen. The other said He is Akinli.
I flipped my hands over and searched up and down my arms, hoping there was more.
“Look,� I begged, holding out my arms.
“Pretty handwriting,� Ben commented.
Julie hit him, but in a way that seemed playful. “Seriously?�
“That’s all you have?� Akinli asked.
“Apparently. So, all I know is who I am and who you are.â€� I looked into his eyes, the glowing blue, and sensed that was all that mattered.”
― Kiera Cass, The Siren

“Stop shrugging, shrugger.”
― Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies

“And you know the craziest part, R?' she says.

'Sometimes I barely believe you're a zombie. Sometimes I think you're just wearing stage make-up, because when you smile... it's pretty hard to believe.”
― Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies

“So many people, Julie thought, stuck in their cars, stuck in their lives, just waiting for someone else to get out of their way.”
― Sara Shepard, The Good Girls

“My God,â€� she says. “I feel like I’ve gone through a car wash.â€�

I laugh, or force myself to, because it’s not something I’d normally laugh at.

“What about you?� she says to Scottie. “How did you make out?�

“I’m a boy,� Scottie says. “Look at me.�

Sand has gotten into the bottom of her suit, creating a huge bulge. She scratches at the bulge. “I’m going to go to work now,� she says. I think she’s impersonating me and that Mrs. Speer is getting an unrealistic, humiliating glimpse.

“Scottie,� I say. “Take that out.�

“It must be fun to have girls,� Mrs. Speer says.

She looks at the ocean, and I see that she’s looking at Alex sunbathing on the floating raft. Sid leans over Alex and puts his mouth to hers. She raises a hand to his head, and for a moment I forget it’s my daughter out there and think of how long it has been since I’ve been kissed or kissed like that.

“Or maybe you have your hands full,� Mrs. Speer says.

“No, no,� I say. “It’s great,� and it is, I suppose, though I feel like I’ve just acquired them and don’t know yet. “They’ve been together for ages.� I gesture to Alex and Sid. I don’t understand if they’re a couple or if this is how all kids in high school act these days.

Mrs. Speer looks at me curiously, as if she’s about to say something, but she doesn’t.

“And boys.� I gesture to her little dorks. “They must keep you busy.�

“They’re a handful. But they’re at such a fun age. It’s such a joy.�

She gazes out at her boys. Her expression does little to convince me that they’re such a joy. I wonder how many times parents have these dull conversations with one another and how much they must hide. They’re so goddamn hyper, I’d do anything to inject them with a horse tranquilizer. They keep insisting that I watch what they can do, but I truly don’t give a fuck. How hard is it to jump off a diving board?

My girls are messed up, I want to say. One talks dirty to her own reflection. Did you do that when you were growing up?

“Your girls seem great, too,� she says. “How old are they?�

“Ten and eighteen. And yours?�

“Ten and twelve.�

“Oh,� I say. “Great.�

“Your younger one sure is funny,� she says. “I mean, not funny. I meant entertaining.�

“Oh, yeah. That’s Scottie. She’s a riot.”
― Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants

“You really do unique small talk," she said as he caught up to her, walked side by side. "Well, these things keep a conversation well lubricated. Only thing worse than a dry fuck is small talk.”
― Joey W. Hill, Worth the Wait

“When we’d all settled down from that first night, Julie found a bag on the porch, which we thought must have been left by the same three girls who had brought me to them. Just like the clues on my skin, I’d only been left with two worldly possessions. The first was a wad of cash that I immediately handed to Ben and Julie as compensation for giving me a home. Most of it went to pay for Akinli’s medical bills, which was fine with me. I didn’t know if there was a word bigger than soul mates, something that meant the feeling of being so connected that it was hard to tell where one person ended and the other began. If there was, that word belonged to Akinli and me.
The second thing was a bottle of water. It was so peculiar, this water, a blue that was both dark and brilliant, too thick to see through but still carrying light. No matter the season, it was always cold, and there were tiny shells in it that never settled.
Sometimes I slept with it, even though it was cold enough to wake me up if I rolled on it the wrong way. It was the only clue I had to tell me who I had been before the night I was left on the porch, and I loved it second only to Akinli.
Somehow, I knew that this love was important, as if treasuring the water meant I treasured myself. And I did. I loved my recovering body, I loved my blue-eyed soul mate, I loved my adopted family.
I held the water to my chest, and I loved.”
― Kiera Cass, The Siren

“Matt took a deep breath. Something just happened between them. Julie felt something for him.
She did. He could tell even through this online world. Whether it was him or Finn didn’t really
matter. It was a difference of names really, that’s all.”
― Jessica Park, Flat-Out Matt

“I looked at him and the other two people whose names I’d just learned. “So . . . so this is home then?â€�
Akinli looked at me, perplexed, then turned to Ben and Julie.
“She said some girls left her here and told her it was home. That’s all she knows. She doesn’t even know you.� Julie wiped at her tears, trying to calm herself.
He moved his eyes back to me as quickly as he could manage. “Kahlen? You remember me, right?�
I stared into this face, searching for something familiar. I didn’t recognize the angle of his chin, the length of his fingers. I didn’t know the slope of his shoulder or the shape of his lips.
“Akinli, right?� I asked. This poor boy. I pitied him in the depths of my heart. Clearly, he’d already been going through something, and I could see the last scrap of fight he had in him dying with those words.
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“I don’t remember ever seeing you before in my life. I’m sorry.�
He pressed his lips together as if he was swallowing the urge to cry.
“But,â€� I said, “I know your voice. I know it as if it were my own.”
― Kiera Cass, The Siren

“Akinli, this strange boy whose life at the moment seemed to be hanging on this, pushed himself from the bed.
Julie gasped, watching as his arms trembled under his weight, even as thin as he was. He crushed his eyes together in concentration, willing himself up.
I heard Ben whisper to himself, “Come on, come on, come on.�
When Akinli, breathing as if he truly had just run a marathon, was fairly close to upright, he held out an arm for me.
I fell into it fearlessly.
We leaned into each other, neither of us strong enough to stay up on our own.
“I thought I’d never see you sit up again,� Julie cried.
We both turned to her, smiling at the happy tears on her face.”
― Kiera Cass, The Siren

“—Y tu eres todo lo que yo no quiero,”
― Jessica Park, Flat-Out Love

“He met her eyes. “Even if I’m deep in my head, I still need you, Julie. That’s how I knew when I fell in love with you. For the first time in my life I need someone so much I can’t turn it off and convince myself otherwise.”
― Joey W. Hill, Worth the Wait