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No one should ever be deprived of books. Of stories. Of…magic. No one.
—  J. M. Frey, The Forgotten Tale

Have you really read all those books in your room?”

Alaska laughing- “Oh God no. I’ve maybe read a third of ‘em. But I’m going to read them all. I call it my Life’s Library. Every summer since I was little, I’ve gone to garage sales and bought all the books that looked interesting. So I always have something to read.

—  John Green, Looking for Alaska
It’s hard for me to explain how much I love having sex with women without being labelled as man-hating. Which I find to be rather funny because I know plenty of men that don’t want a dick inside them so are they man-hating too?
—  Hannah Hart, Buffering
  • Cassian: you know, you've got to stop sending me these missed messages, sweetheart
  • Nesta: 'I don't like you' and 'Go away' are not mixed messages
I just want to do my best and live as myself in spite of my imperfections.
—  Lindsey Stirling, The Only Pirate at the Party
I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.
—  Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me
He tastes like champagne. He tastes like desire. He tastes like my deepest craving fulfilled.
—  Stephanie Perkins, Isla and the Happily Ever After