42 Quotes by Malinda Lo

For in the depths of grief, sometimes one cannot tell the difference between illusion and reality.

Is it true?” she asked. “Is the tale true?” “What is true for your people is not true for mine,” he answered.

At each intersection she cast skittish glances at the women waiting for the light to change, wondering if she was one of them too, or her, or her.

Are you like the girls in the book too? Because I think I am.

The greenwitches derided the philosophers as joyless old men afraid of magic, and the philosophers, not surprisingly, protested that they found much joy in the real world.

It is the way of life. It ends.

She knew that what she had read in Strange Season was not only scandalous, it was perverse. She should feel dirtied by reading it; she should feel guilty for being thrilled by it. The problem was, she didn’t. She felt as if she had finally cracked the last part of a code she had been puzzling over for so long that she couldn’t remember when she had started deciphering it. She felt exhilarated.

She was no longer in her body; she felt free. She was as small as drop of dew quivering on a spider’s web; she was a minute in an hour in a day in a million years.

Now she was confused, as if she’d been reading a book that had several pages removed, but hadn’t realized the pages were gone until this moment.