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“Maybe all the strings inside him broke.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

“Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will鈥� but then again, if you don鈥檛 imagine, nothing ever happens at all. Imagining isn鈥檛 perfect. You can鈥檛 get all the way inside someone else鈥� But imagining being someone else, or the world being something else, is the only way in. It is the machine that kills the fascists”
― John Green, Paper Towns

“I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

“He on his way." "Maybe he'll bring a sword." "Maybe he'll bring a tank." I shook my head. "I hate being rescued." "Then why aren't we trying to get to the car?" "Because I hate being eaten even more.”
― Seanan McGuire, Ashes of Honor

“She loved so much misteries tha she became one”
― John Green, Paper Towns

“Scarlett lived by the (thankfully) ancient medical creed: If it tastes awful and smells worse, it鈥檚 probably good for you.
Julia wasn鈥檛 so sure about that. She lived by the edict: If it tastes awful and smells worse, leave it the hell alone. On the other hand, if it tasted good and smelled better, you either ate it, squirted it on your neck or fucked it.
It hadn鈥檛 led her wrong so far.”
― Amy Andrews, Numbered

“Everything's uglier up close.

Not you.”
― John Green

“I bet if cancer of the penis was more prevalent there鈥檇 be a cure for this fucker. I bet if dicks were being amputated or dropping off left, right and centre there鈥檇 have been a cure decades ago. There鈥檇 be a whole fucking government dick department dedicated to it.”
― Amy Andrews, Numbered

“He kissed her then. Not tentative. Not polite.
This was no first-kiss kiss. It was demanding. Dirty. And it went on and on. Deep, open-mouthed, head-twisting, tongue-fucking, rock鈥檔鈥檙oll kissing.”
― Amy Andrews, Numbered

“Julia had been angry most of her life. She may have grown up in wealth and privilege but she鈥檇 had to fight to be heard and seen. To be validated. To be something other than a piece to be moved around her parents鈥� Monopoly board. Rage had given her a voice against their manipulations and the guts to walk away. But it had also become ingrained.
There were times when she鈥檇 contemplated therapy for it. Right now, she was pleased she hadn鈥檛.
If anything could kill this cancer it would be the weight of Julia鈥檚 wrath.”
― Amy Andrews, Numbered

“Look,鈥� she said, sidling a little closer to him in the lift. 鈥業 understand this wasn鈥檛 what you bargained for when some cute girl at the caf茅 dared you to jump out of a plane with her. You were in it for thrills and sex and you got breast-cancer girl, her terrifying friend and her flaky mother. That鈥檚 above and beyond. And I totally get you鈥檙e here because you鈥檇 feel like some louse if you left her now, but it鈥檚 okay, she鈥檚 going to be fine, I鈥檓 going to take good care of her.”
― Amy Andrews

“We鈥檒l make a wellness altar, I think 鈥� have some incense burn卢ing, fresh flowers every day and string some lights around it 鈥︹€�
Poppy rolled her head to the side. 鈥楽till think it鈥檚 a good idea?鈥�
Julia blanched at the tackiness of a wellness altar with fairy lights and a water feature, but what the hell, she already had a three-metre girly snake ruining the ambience. 鈥楽ure,鈥� she said. If it made Scarlett happy.
Poppy laughed. 鈥業鈥檓 going to remind you of this conversation when your apartment looks like a Chinese brothel.”
― Amy Andrews

“She鈥檇 never met someone so young who was so damn cocky. Most twenty-year-old guys she knew were either gauche or monosyllabic in her presence, but not Spike. There was a directness, a confidence in his inky-blue eyes that a lot of men never mastered.
Cleary Spike was getting laid far too easily.”
― Amy Andrews, Numbered

“Oh I bet you鈥檙e sweet as under all that posh.鈥�
And he looked at her in a way that left her in no doubt that he wasn鈥檛 talking about the way she might move on the dance floor. If he mentioned honey pots she was going to pour her vodka shot over him. 鈥榊ou鈥檒l never know,”
― Amy Andrews, Numbered

“Poppy Devine did not deserve cancer. Poppy was sweet and industrious and careful and measured and always, always did the right thing. If anyone deserved cancer it was Julia. Julia was loud and opinionated and disagreeable. Rude, some might even say. She went out with bad men, took unnecessary risks, pushed people to their limits, swore like a sailor and flipped the bird more than any female in the history of the world.
It should be her number coming up in the cancer lottery.”
― Amy Andrews, Numbered

“Quentin flicked a quick glance back at her again. Poppy. This girl had the wrong name. She should have been Rose. Great face, lots of prickles.”
― Ros Baxter

“Why this girl? Why had this girl crawled right under his skin and made an uncomfortable home there? Why did he want to make things good for her, to see her smile, to make her face
and her voice make all those interesting shapes and noises? Why did he want to stay up late with her when he knew she should be sleeping, just to hear her talk about maths and politics and the
state of the world?
This was not Quentin. Quentin did not like skinny girls. He didn鈥檛 like serious girls. And he really hated bossy girls.
Quentin loved curvy, fun, uncomplicated girls; girls who laughed at his jokes and took off their bras when they danced on tables. If they wore bras at all. Yet here he was, washing up and mopping and feeling like five kinds of an arsehole over hurting the feelings of some skinny, serious, bossy girl.”
― Ros Baxter, Numbered

“Quentin wasn鈥檛 stupid, despite living what his father called 鈥榓 lifestyle unworthy of yourself鈥�.”
― Ros Baxter, Numbered

“It had seemed like a good idea at the time, a sure-fire way to impress this girl, who was as cute as hell but wound tighter than one of his father鈥檚 antique clocks.”
― Ros Baxter, Numbered

“As an ex-footballer, sometimes surfer and wannabe rock star, Quentin had been fucked by cheerleaders, surfer girls and groupies, but he had never, ever been fucked like that.”
― Ros Baxter, Numbered

“驴Sabes lo mas divertido? Lo que es para partirse de risa? Que no es verdad, que ni siquiera lo quieres. Aunque todo esto terminase sin mas contratiempos, seguir铆as sin ser feliz. Te rendiste en Brooklyn y en Brakebills, y cuando llegue el momento tambi茅n te rendir谩s en Fillory. Es lo m谩s f谩cil, 驴verdad?”
― Lev Grossman, The Magicians

“Ya艧ayan herhangi bir insan herhangi 枚l眉 bir insandan iyidir ama ya艧ayan ya da 枚l眉 hi莽bir insan ba艧ka bir ya艧ayan ya da 枚l眉 insandan 莽ok daha iyi de臒ildir.”
― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

“Bir G眉neylinin her zaman zencilere kar艧谋 dikkatli davranmas谋 gerekti臒ini d眉艧眉n眉rd眉m. Kuzeylilerin G眉neylilerden bu davran谋艧谋 beklediklerini d眉艧眉n眉rd眉m. Do臒uya ilk defa geldi臒im zaman derdim ki bunlara zenci de臒il renkli insanlar denece臒ini unutma ve ben de bir莽oklar谋 ile birlikte ya艧amak zorunda kalmasayd谋m, b眉t眉n insanlar谋, beyazlar谋 ve siyahlar谋 kabullenmenin en iyi yolu olarak o insanlar谋 kendilerini d眉艧眉nd眉kleri gibi g枚rmek ve sonra onlar谋 kendi ba艧lar谋na b谋rakmak oldu臒unu 枚臒renmeden 枚nce olduk莽a zaman harcamam ve ba艧谋ma da bir s眉r眉 belalar谋n gelmesi gerekirdi. Bir zencinin bir ki艧iden 莽ok davran谋艧 oldu臒unu anlad谋臒谋m s谋radayd谋: aralar谋nda ya艧ad谋臒谋 beyaz insanlar谋n bir 莽e艧it g枚r眉艧 yans谋mas谋.”
― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

“鈥onra yirmi be艧 dolarla ne yapabileceklerini konu艧maya ba艧lad谋lar. Hep birden konu艧uyorlard谋, sesleri direnmeli, 莽eli艧meli ve sab谋rs谋z ger莽eksizli臒i bir olurluluk yap谋yor, sonra bir olanak 艧ekline sokuyor sonra yads谋nmaz bir ger莽ek yap谋yor, her zaman b枚yle olur zaten insanlar谋n istekleri s枚zc眉kler haline gelince.”
― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

“Ten looked confounded that anyone would consider the world鈥檚 most slavishly adored hot beverage in such a way. Julia felt momentarily sorry for him. He seemed like a guy who鈥檇 had it all figured out 鈥� join a band and get himself laid every night of the week. Living the dream.
He had no fucking clue what was ahead of him.”
― Amy Andrews, Ros Baxter

“Quentin Carmody didn鈥檛 do early mornings, heights or bossy women.”
― Ros Baxter, Numbered

“Quentin had told Spike that inking 鈥榩ercussion鈥� across your
knuckles was kind of lame. It takes more than ten letters to make
a badass knuckle tattoo. That was the problem with drummers.
They didn鈥檛 listen. But they always seemed to get laid anyway.”
― Ros Baxter, Numbered

“He shook his head at her question. Did women really think men cared about that stuff? Did he care if she did this all the time? Definitely, definitely not. He could honestly say he did not give a flying fuck whether this girl dragged guys home every other day to have her way with them for seven hours. He was just glad as hell she鈥檇 decided to do it with him. Today. And hopefully maybe again. Sometime.”
― Ros Baxter, Numbered

“She frowned, and the effect was so pretty he wondered if he was going mad. Why did he find this cranky, kooky woman so damned appealing? He knew for a fact he could go out tonight and drag home some hot, willing chick who would stroke his ego and never argue with him about anything. He closed his eyes and remembered just how good that felt. Willing women; god bless them.”
― Ros Baxter, Numbered

“All this at the last I dimly saw, but an autobiography is an obituary in serial form with the last instalment missing. We think we write definitely of those parts of our nature that are dead and therefore beyond change, but that which writes is still changing - still in doubt.”
― Quentin Crisp, The Naked Civil Servant