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“I know if you aren’t swearing or singing about well-endowed barmaids, something is wrong.”

“You really think I could knock two fully grown men unconscious?”
My husband’s reply came instantaneously. “Yes.”

“When you weren’t in bed, I thought maybe—maybe you’d—”
“Left?” I said shrewdly. “It’s still on the agenda.”

“Can you put something on?” He waved a hand in my direction, the other firmly pressed against his eyes. “I can’t talk to you when you’re sitting there—sitting there—”
“Naked?”
His teeth clamped together with an audible snap. “Yes.”

"Don’t let go. Hold on and you’ll be safe. Let go and you’ll never be the same again."

“No idea sounded like a good idea when you had only one shot left.”

"Tamquam,” said Adam.
"Wait," said Ronan.
"Tamquam,” he said again, gently.
"Alter idem," Ronan said, and found himself alone.

“You think it's hard for you to hear the dreams when you're far away from your mountains. From our ley line. From your forest. from Lindenmere. That's not right. It's not wrong, but it's only half right. It's hard for the dreams to hear you.”

“You are made of dreams and this world is not for you.”

“We fool ourselves better than anyone when we're afraid.”

"Sometimes when we’re alone, he looks at me in a way that makes me feel empty when he looks away."

“Dinner is ready. Go tell them before he gets her pregnant.”

“I didn’t think our first kiss would be like that,” he says quietly.
“Like what?”
“Sweet.”
“How did you think it would be?”
His eyes wander to the few remaining customers still lingering. “I can’t show you in here.”

"He gave me the rarest thing in the world, and I gave him heartache."

“Mess with me, Followhill, and I will ruin you.”
“Not if I ruin you first.”

"You are the fucking equation, I want to yell in her face. The riddle and the answer and the numbers within it. You’re math. You make sense. “Don’t go,” I croak. "

"Because I want to kill Daria. Daria made everything fade into the background the first time I saw her, and while I was busy admiring, everything around us burned."

"So, you can hate the heir to the throne all you want, write mean poems about him in your diary, but the minute you see a camera, you act like the sun shines out of his dick, and you make it convincing.”
“Have you met Henry?” Alex says. “How am I supposed to do that? He has the personality of a cabbage.”

"But he thinks about Henry, and, oh. He thinks about Henry, and something twists in his chest, like a stretch he’s been avoiding for too long."

“Alexander, babes,” Pez says when he picks up. “How lovely for you to give your auntie Pezza a ring on this magnificent Sunday morning.” He’s smiling from what looks like the passenger seat of a luxury car, wearing a cartoonishly large sunhat and a striped pashmina."

“Never tell me the odds."

"I can’t ignore this growing… something just under my ribcage. Something like longing but with a sharper edge. More like restlessness."

"There’s a sun stuck in my head. It’s bright and glaring. It hurts my eyes, my skull, my very bones. I shove a pillow on my face, trying to shield myself from the rays. Obviously, it doesn’t help. Because the sun is inside my head. Inside. My head."

"Medicine is in his blood. Like illness is in mine. My blood is tainted with poison and his is laced with the antidote."

"Broken heart is more dangerous than a disease of the mind, though. They give you a pill to make your brain happy, but they haven’t yet made a pill for heartbreak. So there. That should teach everyone who wants to fall in love."

"Well, as happy as you can be while living with clinical depression. Unfortunately, love isn’t a cure for it, but the love of my life is there with me every step of the way."

"As much as I enjoy the fantasy of him curing me, of him being my medicine man, I know he can’t. I know in this life, the only person who can save you is yourself. I’ve been fighting to save my life ever since I was born. I don’t need him to save me."

"I’m already locked up. I’m free to be insane."

"I feel like I needed that, his tongue inside my mouth, tasting, sweeping, licking. Hungry. I needed to be his food, his sustenance, like he’s become mine."

“Because the thing is that it’s not my fault either. That I was born this way. It’s not my fault that sometimes things get just a little bit harder. It’s not my fault that every day I fight a silent battle. I implode. I don’t make a sound. I don’t say a word. I don’t let anyone know what I’m going through. It’s like I’m blaming myself. And I don’t want to do that anymore. I told you because it’s not my fault. It’s not my fault that some days my goal is just to make it through the day. While others make plans to ace an interview or a test or go see a movie or for a walk, I make plans to just get through the day. It’s not my fault. It’s my achievement. It’s my strength that I fight. Someone told me that I’m a warrior, and that I’m ashamed of it. So this is me…” I nod, unfisting my hands. “Not being ashamed. This is me asking for help.”

"I don’t want to lose you, and so I lose a little of myself, instead."

"One of the hardest lessons I have ever learned is that you can be the very best version of you, and still not be enough."

"Hug a stranger. Hug a friend. Text that boy —or don’t, so long as you’re being true to your heart and its desires. Kiss like it’s the first time, or maybe like it’s the last. Tell someone how you feel. Travel. See the world. Meet someone new. Let someone feel the way your heart beats, and ask them to let you feel theirs, too."

"It was on the silent nights, the ones she spent alone, that she understood lonely was not the absence of another person, but rather the absence of self-love."

"It’s pleasing to me the way your heartbeats kiss my ears."

"When you look at me you’ll see that I am the light that ignites my own way."

"You are the moon and I the sun, forever chasing. We cannot be together without one of us erasing what truths lie within, of feelings and thoughts untold. Where your desire for love is shadowed, mine is bright and bold. So as you disappear again, leaving with the dawn, I ask myself which is worse: letting go, or holding on?"

“I’d give him all that I am.
I’d give him all that I was.
I’d open up a vein.”

“I’d tie our hearts together, chamber by chamber.”