My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.’
– City of Bones said by Jace Wayland
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Cassandra Clare,
City of Bones
My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.’
– City of Bones said by Jace Wayland
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Cassandra Clare,
City of Bones
Jay lurched in one direction, jerked back, lurched in another, tripped for no reason. He finally made it through a gauntlet of invisible obstacles and crouched behind a water fountain shaped like a hippopotamous throwing up.
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Adam Rex,
Fat Vampire: A Never Coming of Age Story
The reward for living my life in this manner An existence like that of a seagull picking up scraps from the back of a fishing boat. Surviving day to day. Nothing left for tomorrow and no idea what tomorrow should be.
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Chris Murray,
The Extremely Successful Salesman’s Club
The Rusty Ruins were the remains of an old city, a hulking reminder of back when there’d been way too many people, and everyone was incredibly stupid. And ugly.
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Scott Westerfeld,
Uglies
We can trace the communitarian fantasy that lies at the root of all humanism back to the model of a literary society, in which participation through reading the canon reveals a common love of inspiring messages. At the heart of humanism so understood we discover a cult or club fantasy: the dream of the portentous solidarity of those who have been chosen to be allowed to read. In the ancient world indeed, until the dawn of the modern nation-states the power of reading actually did mean something like membership of a secret elite; linguistic knowledge once counted in many places as the provenance of sorcery. In Middle English the word ‘glamour’ developed out of the word ‘grammar’. The person who could read would be thought easily capable of other impossibilities.
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Peter Sloterdijk
Yeah, Quirrell was a great teacher. There was just that minor drawback of him having Lord Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head!
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J.K. Rowling,
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Frank heard a laugh behind him. He glanced back and couldn’t believe what he saw. Nico di Angelo was actually smiling.
‘That’s more like it,’ Nico said. ‘Let’s turn this tide!
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Rick Riordan,
The House of Hades
you ve been all black and white, like Kansas. It s time to get back to Oz. Enjoy the colors.
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Kaje Harper,
Life Lessons
I find myself thinking back to something I saw on the local news about a year ago. A teen football player had died in a car accident. The cameras showed all his friends after the funeral these big hulking guys, all in tears, saying, I loved him. We all loved him so much. I started crying, too, and I wondered if these guys had told the football player they loved him while he was alive, or whether it was only with death that this strange word, love, could be used. I vowed then and there that I would never hesitate to speak up to the people I loved. They deserved to know they gave meaning to my life. They deserved to know I thought the world of them.
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David Levithan,
Boy Meets Boy
I was trying to decide if you still had free will as a wolf. If I was a terrible person for planning to drug my girlfriend and drag her back to my house to keep in the basement.
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Maggie Stiefvater,
Forever