72 Quotes by Anne Ursu

The boys wouldn’t come to save him. Only Hazel would. And maybe that’s why the boys would win.

They said words they did not mean, and their conversations seemed to follow all kinds of rules – rules that no one has ever explained to Oscar.

She didn’t know the answer. But there had to be a way. There was always a way.

It snowed right before Jack stopped talking to Hazel, fluffy white flakes big enough to show their crystal architecture, like perfect geometric poems.

How she hated the weakness of her human heart.

The words kept coming and he could not stop them, not while Callie was standing there so indecipherably, and so he was going to keep talking until he used up all the words there were and then no one would be able to talk to anyone else anymore and then all anyone would have left were one another’s unintelligible faces, and maybe some weird gesturing, too, and it would be all Oscar’s fault.

This morning, as Charlotte approached the brick facade of Hartnett, she found herself overcome with a great sense of dread. It hit her with a strange and sudden force, and she had an overwhelming urge to turn back, get into bed and not go out for about three weeks. She stopped in her tracks. The feeling itself was alarming to Charlotte – was she sensing something? Something dangerous? And was it something supernatural or just middle school? Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference.

Hazel shrugged. She heard Bobby’s voice in her head and wondered why it was she who was not allowed to hurt anyone.

That was the point where she was supposed to sound tough, like she was someone to be reckoned with, like she was the sort of person witches should listen to. Was this really her plan? She sounded like a child.