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“It's such a silly little thing, the heart.”
― Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story

“You can know someone all your life, like your parents or family, but I’ll tell you this, Ned. There’s an expression on their face, or a tone in their voice, or a way they walk, that you’ve never ever seen before.
Like they’ve kept it hidden. Until their brother dies. Or their son. I remember those days and they were like these strangers and I wanted to say, Who are you people?”
― Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son

“Obvious, Elbert.”
― Nicole Sager, Hebbros

“Quiet descended, a silence so consuming that even the drafty corridors ceased whistling. Bog wasn't certain where to look, so he solved the problem by plucking out his eyes and sticking them in a drawer.”
― A. Lee Martinez, In the Company of Ogres

“Despite the voice in his head that says he doesn’t want anything that’s owed to his father, Tom can’t wait to get his hands on it.
“Just take it. Hit your old man over the head with it. You’re dying to.”
― Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son

“Jenny’s admonition had the desired effect. Ned drew a deep breath and thrust his arm gingerly into the bag, his mouth puckered in distaste. The expression on his face flickered from queasy horror to confusion. From there, it
flew headlong into outright bafflement. Shaking his head, he pulled his fist from the bag and turned his hand palm up.
For a long moment, the two men stared at the offending lump. It was brightly colored. It was round. It was�
“An orange?� Lord Blakely rubbed his forehead. “Not quite what I expected.� He scribbled another notation.
“We live in enlightened times,â€� Jenny murmured.”
― Courtney Milan, Proof by Seduction

“What do you see?â€� asked Ned, his voice hushed.
“I see…I see…an elephant.�
“Elephant,� Lord Blakely repeated, as he transcribed her
words. “I hope that isn’t the extent of your prediction.
Unless, Ned, you plan to marry into the genus Loxodonta.�
Ned blinked. “Loxo-wha?�
“Comprised, among others, of pachyderms.”
― Courtney Milan, Proof by Seduction

“The marquess held the weapon out, as formally as if he were passing a sword.
Soberly, Ned accepted it. He placed the sacrificial citrus on the table in front of him, and then with one careful
incision, eviscerated it. He speared deep into its heart, his
hands steady, and then cut it to pieces. Jenny allotted herself one short moment of wistful sorrow for her afterdinner treat gone awry as the juice ran everywhere.
“Enough.� She reached out and covered his hand midstab.
“It’s dead now,� she explained gravely.
He pulled his hand away and nodded. Lord Blakely took back his knife and cleaned it with a handkerchief.
Jenny studied the corpse. It was orange. It was pulpy. It
was going to be a mess to clean up. Most importantly, it gave her an excuse to sit and think of something mystical to say—the only reason for this exercise, really. Lord Blakely
demanded particulars. But in Jenny’s profession, specifics were the enemy.”
― Courtney Milan, Proof by Seduction

“Growing up, his parents had written off his dreams as simply an effect of his reading too many novels, disappearing for hours - sometimes days - into fictional and fantastical worlds. In his youth, he'd seen dreams as a sign of his sensitivity to the other, that aspect of the world most people couldn't see - the one even Ned couldn't see - but that he believed in, fervently, determinedly, doggedly, right up until the day he met Kell and learned for certain that the other was real.”
― V.E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light

“I am forever being captured these days. It isn't like me at all. You must think me such a silly princess.”
― Philip Reeve, Goblins