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“But these words people threw around - humans, monsters, heroes, villains - to Victor it was all just a matter of semantics. Someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. Someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them. Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.”

“Jesper!” I’m going to kill that little idiot. “What do you want?” he shouted down. “Close your eyes!” “You can’t kiss me from down there, Wylan.” “Just do it!” “This better be good!” He shut his eyes. “Are they closed?” “Damn it, Wylan, yes, they’re—” There was a shrill, shrieking howl, and then bright light bloomed behind Jesper’s lids.

“Kit had never had any siblings, never had a mother, had only had Johnny. His father. His father who had died, and he didn’t think had ever looked the way Ty looked now, as if the possibility of something happening to Livvy was enough to break him inside.”

“The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.”

But I’ll die on my feet with a knife in my hand.

                                        Sometimes in life, we need a few bad days                                                                                     in order to keep the good ones in perspective.                                                                                                      -- Colleen Hoover

“Your face, my thane, is as a book where men may read strange matters. To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue. Look like th’ innocent flower, but be the serpent under ’t. He that’s coming must be provided for; and you shall put this night’s great business into my dispatch, which shall to all our nights and days to come give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.”

“Etta looked back at the city, slowly turning to take in the sight of the trees that seemed as if they were steppinh over the walls, the faces on the Bayon that watcher her with tranquil, serene smiles. When in her life would she see this again—see the city at this moment, before humanity came flooding back into it? Never.  This was the danger, the seduction of time travel, she realized—it was the opportunity, the freedom of a thousand possibilities of where to live and how to start over. It was the beauty open to you in your life if you only stopped for a moment to look.”