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“What she needs are stories.
Stories are a way to preserve one's self. To be remembered. And to forget.
Stories come in so many forms: in charcoal, and in song, in paintings, poems, films. And books.
Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives—or to find strength in a very long one.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“I love the words I write until I soon realize how much I hate them, as if I am destined to always be at war within myself.”
― Rebecca Ross, Divine Rivals

“Tell me again what you said at the revel,â€� he says, climbing over me, his body against mine.

“What?� I can barely think.

“That you hate me,� he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me.�

“I hate you,� I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.�

He kisses me harder.

“I hate you,â€� I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King