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“But who names a starship the Icarus? What kind of man possess that much hubris, that he dares it to fall?”
― Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars

“He can’t take his eyes off the stars, but I can’t take mine off his face.”
― Amie Kaufman, This Shattered World

“All of it—for this. Leading us to a door we can't open, a password we don't have.”
― Meagan Spooner, These Broken Stars

“He can’t take his eyes off the stars, but I can’t take mine off his face. I can see the stars reflected in his eyes, can see the wonder of it in the way his mouth opens but no sound comes out. His eyes, his face—they’re beautiful.”
― Amie Kaufman, This Shattered World

“My breath catches, responding to an unfamiliar pull in my chest, an ache in my soul. I shouldn’t miss him, but I do; this boy who had every right to pull that trigger, and instead threw himself between me and death. This boy, the only one who believes I’m not what they say I am what I believed I was; a soldier without a soul, a girl with no heart to break. He’s the only one who’s proved me wrong.”
― Amie Kaufman, This Shattered World

“What does it mean?â€� Flynn turns to gaze at me, eyes finally meeting mine.

I find myself smiling because I know exactly what it means. “It means the clouds are clearing on Avon.”
― Amie Kaufman, This Shattered World

“His eyes move to my lips, and I know he’s thinking the same thing; I can feel it in the way the air charges between us. I can almost taste him half an inch away, can feel the way the tiny hairs on my skin lift and reach for him like plants seeking the sunlight.”
― Amie Kaufman, This Shattered World

“His face is close to mine, his hand warm against my back through my shirt. Despite the smile on his lips, his gaze is so sad it feels like my heart is ripping in two, turning to ash as I look at him. He knows as well as I do that neither of us is leaving Avon alive if we touch down again. He’ll never see snow, and I’ll never teach him what skis are.”
― Amie Kaufman, This Shattered World

“In the bar, the jukebox comes on. Molley must be trying to drown out the sounds of raised voices. I move toward her, unable to resist; her eyes are wet, her face flushed, and I can finally look at her, want her, let myself touch her without grief turning everything to ashes in my mouth.”
― Amie Kaufman, This Shattered World

“Flynn’s reaction is electric, for all he only moves an inch, straightening, gazed fixed on the sky overhead. Though his eyes are on the clouds, I can’t help but watch his silhouette in the darkness. The way his mouth is set, the hope and determination there—the strength of his shoulders, the energy in the way he gazes skyward. The breeze stirs his hair, and I find myself transfixed.”
― Amie Kaufman, This Shattered World

“This time I look at him longer, properly, scanning his face for some sign of what he is thinking—some judgment, some hint of blame or guilt that I’m standing there, talking about leaving his people and mine, about abandoning our whole lives. About running away. But he only smiles at me, his fingers sliding from my cheek to twine around a floating lock of hair, making it spiral in midair.”
― Amie Kaufman, This Shattered World

“My throat closes up then, and we’re both silent, with only the rain on the roof to break up the quiet. I study the girl I knew, another casualty of this fight, wondering how the wounds of it will mark her.

“Clear skies, Sof.� It’s all I have left to say.

“Clear skies,â€� she whispers. “I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
― Amie Kaufman, This Shattered World

“There is something out there, he'd said. Something cunning.”
― Meagan Spooner, Hunted

“I heard her voice, her stories, her softness as she spoke of her family, and her iron as she spoke of me - I heard her scream, and I moved without thought.”
― Meagan Spooner, Hunted

“He’s as tense as I am, maybe even more so, but it’s so hard to reconcile that with the serenity of weightlessness. His faux-blond hair is floating out away from his head. He’s wearing a worn, much-mended, and too-large shirt his friend in town must’ve found for him to help him blend in. He looks nothing like the Romeo who dragged me off the base, nothing like the Cormac who threw himself between his own people and me. It’s like that guy’s gone, and I killed him.”
― Amie Kaufman, This Shattered World

“Though I feel I should warn you that you that you could be here for a while. My friends aren't really known for their punctuality.”
― Amie Kaufman