356 Quotes by Amie Kaufman

Good bras are expensive, and you have to wash them extra carefully or you quickly find yourself buying another expensive bra. Don’t get me started on the whole underwire thing. Humanity is a race capable of interstellar travel, and nobody’s invented a bra for girls my size that doesn’t feel like prison. Here is a truth universally acknowledged – taking that thing off at the end of the day is the single greatest feeling in the world.

And from the inside, surrounded by the joy and devotion and loyalty of my friends, the shimmer of rage on the outside of our lives looks paper-thin.

Anders didn’t know the answer either. He didn’t know what they’d do next, or how they’d keep the peace. It couldn’t be another act of brute force, another attempt to force the hands of Ulfar and Drekhelm. It would have to be something new. But as he watched Sakarias break a bread roll in half and pass the other piece to Ellukka with a tentative smile, he knew one thing for sure. Whatever he did next, he’d do it with all his friends at his back.

You’re you,” he repeats, his eyes full of grief. “You’re the same girl who crashed on this planet with me, who I dragged through forests and over mountains, who climbed through a shipwreck full of bodies to save my life. You’re the same girl I loved, and I love you now.” Stop. Stop. No more. Please. My throat seizes. “I love you, Lilac.” His voice is soft, intent. “I love you, and I should’ve told you before you –.

There are monsters among us, it’s true. But there are heroes too.

There’s a billion different versions of you out there, in a trillion different universes. And I still can’t get over how lucky I am that, out of all those versions you’re the one that’s mine.

Ms. Grant displays strong anti-establishment sentiments and has an awkward habit of questioning authority figures at all the wrong moments. This, combined with the intelligence she tries to so hard to conceal, makes her something of a liability.

They’re asking me to risk my life to save the damn galaxy, Kal. I think they can give me a little company on the ride.

The traces of worry, sorrow, fear, all of them smoothed over as she slips into the code, the network, the world where she doesn’t need a pair of legs to run. She lets loose her defenses, the spider god at her back spewing one million glittering minions onto her datawalls, defending their mistress’s layer with swords and shields of ones and zeros.