1,316 Quotes About Young-adult-fiction

The chances of the wave hitting you were one to three billion, your soul being disembodied, one to eighteen billion, your survival, one to two million.

It's eternal youth, in other words, or old age—depending on what age you decided to 'bookmark.

It was better for me that way because my visits could be more discreet. In a public place that is always crowded, it's hardly likely that anyone would pay attention to a teenager. I could use my 'distraction maneuver' on the surrounding people, and the security guards would not notice it on the cameras.

On that occasion, I was almost beaten to death by the children of some aristocrats who had completely lost their minds from a complete absence of authority in their lives. They would have taken my life if it wasn't for an old man, whose name I still haven't been able to find out.

The first time I wanted to break his hand for getting into my pocket. Good thing, I realized just in time that the hand was too small. That time, he got away with five minutes of being mocked and a cuff to the nape. The second time, I ridiculed him for ten minutes and, after hanging a snap, let him go in peace. On all subsequent occasions, he got away with nothing more than a slap.

If the pit of love never ceases, I will continue to look for the bottom, so you can have it all.

We're all like paper dolls. Happiest when linked to another, often unaware of our flimsiness. So easily torn.

Parents seem to collect pain. They never seem to get rid of the original complaints completely, they just get new ones that become more urgent. It’s kind of like Tetris. When you’re young you can make the shapes slip in right and tight and they make a line, then disappear. But when you get old, the shit comes at you faster and faster and you can’t stop it stacking up. Then your grid’s full and you’re finished.

She stopped outside her parents’ bedroom door. She heard her mother’s light whistling snores and her father working out a deal in his sleep, mumbling numbers that made no sense to Hannah. She snuck down the stairs like a burglar…