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“I'm not afraid of death.....I'm afraid of life without you.”
― Yvonne Woon, Dead Beautiful

“Why do you keep staring at me?" I muttered under my breath.

He glanced around to make sure no one was listening and then leaned towards me. His voice was hushed. "You have pen on your face. Here," he said, touching the space by his nose.

"Oh." I felt my face go red as I wiped my cheek with my hand.

"That and you remind me of someone I know. Or once knew. But I can't place who it is."

"I thought you didn't have any friends," I challenged.

Dante smiled. "I don't. Only enemies. Which doesn't bode well for you, considering the fact that you must resemble one of them.”
― Yvonne Woon, Dead Beautiful

“The warm sound of her laughter stole through Khalid's skin, heating the coldest reaches of his soul.”
― Renee Ahdieh, The Rose & the Dagger

“I raised an eyebrow. "You know, you're really good at compliments. Actually, it's surprising that a person with charm like yours has any enemies." The words came out before I could stop them. At this rate I would never be able to ask him about Benjamin Gallow, and it didn't help that every time he looked at me I wanted to melt.
"So, you think I'm charming?" Dante countered, mocking me. "Is that why you keep staring at me?"
"Alarming, not charming. And no, I'm just curious.”
― Yvonne Woon, Dead Beautiful

“DANTE: And what if you found out you were right? What if it meant that I could hurt you?

RENEE: I would not say that I'm not scared. Everyone has the ability to hurt. It's the choice that matters.”
― Yvonne Wood, Dead Beautiful

“As we all know, poodles are a type of curly-haired dog preferred by petit bourgeois retirees, ladies very much on their own who transfer their affection upon their pet, or residential concierges ensconced in their gloomy loges. Poodles come in black or apricot. The apricot ones tend to be crabbier than the black ones, who on the other hand do not smell as nice. Though all poodles bark snappily at the slightest provocation, they are particularly inclined to do so when nothing at all is happening. They follow their master by trotting on their stiff little legs without moving the rest of their sausage-shaped trunk. Above all they have venomous little black eyes set deep in their insignificant eye-sockets. Poodles are ugly and stupid, submissive and boastful. They are poodles, after all”
― Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog

“Renee's self-possession, her ability to possess other selves, is a measure of the weakness of her husband, his inability to stop his own self from splitting in half.”
― Greil Marcus, The Shape of Things to Come: Prophecy and the American Voice