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“I keep everything hidden because there's nothing about my true self that anyone likes. I'm not difficult, Sebastian. I'm the easiest person around. I don't belong, and I spend all my time pretending I do. Sometimes I get weary of it, and that makes me angry.

It's not fair to the people around me when I lose my temper. I say awful things when I'm angry. But it's not fair to me, either, that I was made this way.”
― Courtney Milan, The Countess Conspiracy

“This world isn鈥檛 a fair place, because we never know how much time we鈥檝e really got.”
― Zoe Cruz, Beastia

“The unspoken rule of democracy : three stupid ones will always outvote two smart ones.”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, The New Land

“While the truth is putting on its shoes, the lie becomes a champion of a long-distance running.”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, The New Land

“The world isn't fair, Kovit." Nita pressed her forehead to his. "Maybe you do deserve to die. Maybe you're irredeemably evil. But I don't care, and neither does the world. And God damn it, I'm not going to let INHUP take you from me."
鈥g.170 - Nita”
― Rebecca Schaeffer, When Villains Rise

“Not fair to use your powers on the mat.' Magical. Sexual. Whatever. It's all unfair.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Hunter woke suddenly. A noise.
It was a noise unlike anything he鈥檇 ever heard before. Close! Very close.
Like it was on him. Like it was . . .
Just in one ear.
He twisted his head. It was full night. Black as black in the woods far from the starlight.
He couldn鈥檛 see anything.
But with his hands he could feel. The thing on his shoulder.
His ear . . . gone!
A terrible fear wrung a cry of horror from Hunter.
He couldn鈥檛 feel it, his ear, or his shoulder, couldn鈥檛 feel with anything but his fingers and he felt, reached beneath his shirt, felt the flesh of his belly pulse and heave.
Like something inside him.
No, no, no, it wasn鈥檛 fair. It wasn鈥檛 fair!
He was Hunter. The hunter. He was doing his best.
He cried. Tears rolled down his cheeks.
Who would bring meat for all the kids?
It wasn鈥檛 fair.
The sound of munching, crunching started again. Just in one ear.
Hunter had only one weapon: the heat-causing power in his hands. He had used it many, many times to take the life of prey.
He had fed the kids with that power. And in a moment of fear and rage he had accidentally taken the life of his friend, Harry.
Maybe he could kill the thing that was eating his ear.
But it was too late for that to help.
Could he kill himself?
He saw Old Lion鈥檚 head, eyes closed, hanging where he鈥檇 hung him for skinning. If Old Lion could die, so could Hunter.
Maybe they would meet again, up in the sky.
Hunter pressed both palms against his head.”
― Michael Grant, Plague

“When we were kids and believed that the game was not fair, we stopped playing. Well, the game of governance is not fair, so we need to stop playing along.”
― Charbel Tadros

“脦n葲elegea acum c膬 lumea nu era binevoitoare cu fetele tinere, mai ales c芒nd acestea se comportau 卯ntr-un fel care nu era pe placul b膬rba葲ilor 葯i rosteau adev膬ruri pe care b膬rba葲ii nu erau preg膬ti葲i s膬 le aud膬.”
― Margaret Rogerson