356 Quotes by Amie Kaufman

He has blue eyes, blond shaggy hair, and dimples that can explode ovaries at thirty meters.

The blade grows dull when it sleeps in its scabbard. Sharp when pressed against the stone.

It’s the very great fortune of everything else in the Galaxy that Ultrasaurs are now almost extinct, but in the unlikely event of an encounter, traditional wisdom dictates dying quickly as the best course of action.

He could tell me he loved me, but he doesn’t know me the way a lover would; he knows the shape of me, though, the curve of my heart, as I know his. He could tell me he doesn’t want to lose me, but we’re both already lost, and only the tether between us keeps us from drifting out into the black.

My world has been torn apart and stitched back together too many times, and now I exist only as a tattered patchwork of myself – unable to think, unable to feel anything other than numbness.

I understand now that the idea of unconditional “wrong” is flawed. To acknowledge life’s complexity, one must acknowledge the subjectivity of morality, and know that all manner of atrocity might be justifiable if done for the greater good.

But to reject my darker side only strengthens it. To lock it in a cage, to deny it is part of me... I cannot stop being what I am. Instead, I must muster the rage to master it.

He can’t take his eyes off the stars, but I can’t take mine off his face. I can see the stars reflected in his eyes, can see the wonder of it in the way his mouth opens but no sound comes out. His eyes, his face – they’re beautiful.

This is a wilderness waiting to swallow me; I’d barely make a dent trying to fight it. There are no rules for me to learn, no points to be scored, no bluffs to be called. This is a hell I’ve never imagined. And I think I’m going to die here.