The first time he’d held her hand, it felt so good that it crowded out all the bad things. It felt better than anything had ever hurt.

— Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

She thought all you needed to do—all any of them needed—was to get out. But maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow.

— Lauren Oliver, Panic

Maybe she meant that some friends stay with you even after they’re gone, haunting you forever.

— Jo Knowles, Lessons from a Dead Girl

Stories are the wildest things of all, the monster rumbled. Stories chase and bite and hunt.

— Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

You do not write your life with words, the monster said. You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do.

— Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

I thought about adults. I wondered if that was true; if they were all really children wrapped in adult bodies, like children’s books hidden in the middle of dull, long adult books, the kind with no pictures or conversations.

— Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

I wondered, as I wondered so often when I was that age, who I was, and what exactly was looking at the face in the mirror. If the face I was looking at wasn’t me, and I knew it wasn’t, because I would still be me whatever happened to my face, then what was me? And what was watching?

— Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

It was a sort of ferocious, quiet beauty, the sort that wouldn’t let you admire it. The sort of beauty that just always hurt.

— Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves

Neither of them had kissed someone else in a while, but it didn’t much matter. Kissing’s a lot like laughing. If the joke’s funny, it doesn’t matter how long it’s been since you last heard one.

— Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves

But if you didn’t believe in monsters, then how were you going to be able to keep safe from them?

— Holly Black, The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

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