Outwardly we were so different, but when it came down to it, we both wanted the same thing. A life cast in a magical glow, every moment bigger and brighter and tastier than the last. ~ Emily Henry, Beach Read
But the two kinds of people in this world are not good and bad, they are engines and fuel. Go ahead, change your country, change your name, change your accent, pull the skin right off your bones, but in their eyes they will always be the engines and you will always, always be fuel. ~ Omar El Akkad, What Strange Paradise
“Haven’t you read that book a hundred times?” “This is a first edition,” she says reverently. “Did he say you could take it?” “I didn’t want to bother him. He’s upstairs in his study.” She settles down on her bed. “Anyway, I’m not going to read it, I just want to lie in bed and stroke it. Who knows, maybe we’ll even get to second base.” ~ Miranda Cowley Heller, The Paper Palace
Perhaps power had to be tended, like Tieren said, but not all things grew in gardens. Plenty of plants grew wild. And Lila had always thought of herself more as a weed than a rose bush. ~ V.E. Schwab, A Gathering of Shadows
Either it’s a good plot or it isn’t. And if it’s not a good plot, the best writing isn’t going to help. And if it is, the worst writing isn’t going to hurt it. ~ Jean Hanff Korelitz, The Plot
And Nina understood, maybe for the first time, that letting people love you and care for you is part of how you love and care for them. ~ Taylor Jenkins Reid, Malibu Rising
Women have curious ways of hurting someone else. They hurt themselves instead; or else they do it so the guy doesn’t even know he’s been hurt until much later. Then he finds out. Then his dick falls off. ~ Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
My father used to say the world turned wrong when we started separating ourselves from the wild, when we stopped being one with the rest of nature, and sat apart. ~ Charlotte McConaghy, Once There Were Wolves
The first thing about magic that you have to understand, Lila, is that it is not inanimate. It is alive. Alive in a different way than you or I, but still very much alive. ~ V.E. Schwab, A Darker Shade of Magic
Although she had been brought fairly late to propriety and self-restraint, she found they suited her. Indeed, if she were a bird, she would happily allow a net to ensnare her. Granted, she might cut that net with her dagger, fashion a hammock from it, and lie in said hammock reading books and drinking lemonade someplace no one would bother her, but that is beside the point. ~ India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels
She was fucked. That was the long and short of it. Florence Darrow was fucked and Helen Wilcox was fucked. At least Helen was lucky enough to be dead. ~ Alexandra Andrews, Who Is Maud Dixon?
“Invite him to poetry club,” Doff said with a smirk. “See if he asks you to take a look at his Emily Dickinson.” Beatrice snorted. "How long did it take you to think that up?” “Most of lunch, and the rest of G block,” Doff said, shrugging modestly. “I started with ‘read his Charles Dickens,’ but Charles Dickens is a novelist.” “What about his Philip K. Dick?” “Who’s that?” asked Doff. “He wrote the book that got turned into Blade Runner .” ~ Jennifer Weiner, That Summer
Everyone wants the stars. Everyone wishes to grasp that which exists out of reach. To hold the extraordinary in their hands and keep the remarkable in their pockets. ~ Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea