I also hold very strong personal convictions about censorship. I don’t believe in forbidden knowledge.
And you look beautiful,” she added.”I look like a cake.””But a beautiful cake.
I handed him a beaker and toyed with the pleats of my skirt. The folds kept rippling against my knees in a distracting way. It was one of Naomi’s additions to my wardrobe. I quickly decided that I hated it.
Only a sense of lightness, giddy and dizzying, like flight—of a burden that didn’t belong to me being lifted.Suddenly I knew the truth and the lights surrounding me exp
We are all prisoners of circumstance at one point or another.
What man would have courage enough to believe he could win you? Bosque laughed. “You exude power. Men are small creatures, easily cowed by those who challenge their sense of self-importance.
As he passed Alistair to depart the library, Bosque said, “I’m pleased you didn’t limit your vision. Ambition is the fertile soil in which true power can be cultivated.
Unfortunately, the most significant moments of our lives are often unpleasant.
…men are poor soldiers in love’s war. And it is a war-one that never ends.
This is why I keep telling Ash to get you a cat or a bird. Guns aren’t proper pets.
The path is here,” he said quietly. “But you are free to walk it or choose another way.
Maybe it’s better this way-that we keep our darknesses close, hidden in our minds, protected by our hearts.
Don’t ever be honest about who you are—and I mean that as a life rule, not just in this instance.
If it weren’t for the fact that he’d been flat on his back in a full body cast, then recovering, he probably would be glad he missed finishing the school year since it meant he’s now enrolled at his version of Hogwarts.
Youth is like being carried through life by a strong current,” Admiral Winter said. “All you feel is the speed of the river, the thrill of rapids, never comprehending your utter lack of control, your constant peril.
Now you have to kiss me so my feelings aren’t hurt.””I meant to hurt your feelings,” Charlotte said.”I guess that means I’ll have to kiss you myself so I feel better.
What I’m trying to say is that I spent the last four months learning to be alone, avoiding the world, hating pretty much anyone who so much as blinked at me.” But when I am with you, I don’t want to be that person anymore.
Bravery is all well and good, but sometimes it’s much better to be cautious.
Not all weapons are guns or blades; the most dangerous are subtle, hidden.
I’m afraid my jealousy is a beast I find difficult to tame,” he said with a sigh.
I assume this kid is “normal” sixteen, like all the rest of them, whereas I’m “life can, and probably will, totally screw you” sixteen.