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Amazing how being bathed in arterial blood can wash out any lingering romantic disappointments.

Envy hurt exponentially more than heartbreak because your soul was torn in two, half soaring with happiness for another person, half mired in a well of selfpity and pain.

It's always a better choice to write a new book than it is to keep pounding your head against the submissions wall with a book that's just not happening. The next book you write could be the book, the one that isn't a fight to get representation for at all.

No one is innocent in the tide of history. Everyone has kings and slaves in his past. Everyone has saints and sinners. We are not to blame for the actions of our ancestors. We can only try to be the best we can, no matter what our heritage, to strive for a better future for all.

Sometimes bad things happen when you try to do something good.

There was that word again.Mature. Was this what maturity was? Giving up on the things we wanted because we knew we'd never get them?

This whole time, I wasn't waiting for something in particular. Just someone who wanted me. Not sex. But me.

We all deserve to live in a world where our rights aren't violated at the whim of our leaders. It doesn't matter if our leaders are kings and queens, or the people who claim to save us from them.

We can only be responsible for what we ourselves do.

Because I know from experience that sometimes it's only the young ones who are crazy enough to change the world.

Do you...want to grab a slice of pizza or something?” I blurted out. He hesitated. “You want to be seen in public with...” a microsecond pause, “...your face looking like that?” I cocked my head to the side. “The real question is, do you want to be seen in public with a face like this?” “I’d consider it.” He stood, his expression still wary.

Gordian pays you to sleep with unicorn hunters. That's the definition of a whore.

Hello?” Hello, Mom. No, of course you didn’t wake me. Don’t you know? I often engage in Monday morning orgies In fact, as you called, I was just enjoying an especially thorough rogering from two men named Paolo and Butch.

Hey, Mom and Dad, this is my “friend” Jamie. My boyfriend Jamie. We’re going to England together. Also, I met him in a secret society. We’re Diggers,folks. And Eli graduates. And in love.What do you think?

I can wait in silence no longer, but I’m afraid I’m already too late. I am trapped between agony and hope—believing I have no right to speak, but knowing more how much I’d regret it if I did not. Tell me I’m not wrong. Tell me that, this time, you will accept my offer. Because I’m making it again. I want you with me, Elliot. It’s all I have ever wanted. I offer you everything I have—my world, my ship, my self—perhaps they will be enough to replace what I know you would be giving up if you came with me.

I don't need to see the trail to know you're at the end of it. My grandfather's compass may not work, but mine is still true.

I hadn’t gone to Andover, or Horace Mann or Eton. My high school had been the average kind, and I’d been the best student there. Such was not the case at Eli. Here, I was surrounded by geniuses. I’d figured out early in my college career that there were people like Jenny and Brandon and Lydia and Josh—truly brilliant, truly luminous, whose names would appear in history books that my children and grandchildren would read, and there were people like George and Odile—who through beauty and charm and personality would make the cult of celebrity their own. And then there were people like me. People who, through the arbitrary wisdom of the admissions office, might share space with the big shots for four years, might be their friends, their confidantes, their associates, their lovers—but would live a life well below the global radar. I knew it, and over the years, I’d come to accept it. And I understood that it didn’t make them any better than me.

I have a question for you, but it’s kind of...um, personal.” “Yes, I’m gay.” “You really are a fan of saying that, aren’t you?” “Once you start, you just can’t stop.

I really wish your boyfriend would stay out of my love life.” “Funny. I bet Felicity wishes her boyfriend would stay out of it, too.

I think it's vital that we do not sleep together. You know, for the safety of the world." His eyes sparkled and there was just a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. "Okay," I said, and smiled back at him. "But kissing is allowed, right?" "Oh, definitely," he said, pulling me close. "After all, the warrior always wins the heart of the fair young...man.

Maybe she’s helping him because his hands are full,” Lydia suggested. The girl kissed a trace of chocolate from the corner of his mouth. “Or not.

My best friend, a liar. My society brothers, my lover, and now my best friend. Any second now, my parents would call and tell me they were actually space aliens. Or European royalty. Or Republicans.

P—Jamie!” I called. He waded back toward me. “I’m starting to think my name is Pajamie.” “Your name should be Pajerky. You said it wasn’t deep.” “Pajerky?” He gave me a skeptical look. “That’s Pathetic.” “We’ll see how smug you are once I’m on dry land.

Pleasanter surprise,” he managed, backing us away from the threshold. There’s the idea. I pushed him gently against the wall and started tugging on his shirt. “About to get even pleasanter,” I murmured against his neck as my fingers found the drawstring of his pants.Bad grammar is such a turn- on.

See, Jace never learned how to flirt properly, because he was raised by a murderous sociopath.

So, fill me in, what’s been going on here?” “All kinds of scandal,” Clarissa said. “Amy almost drowned, Demetria is going to beat up a patriarch’s wife, our room was trashed by conspiracy theorists, Dragon’s Head broke into the tomb in Connecticut, and Jenny has a crush on Harun.” “Do not!” Jenny said. “In other words,” said Demetria. “The usual.” Odile laughed. “Man, I love this society.

Sometimes it's only the young ones who are crazy enough to change the world.

Sometimes you met someone that changed the pattern, who wormed their way past the cracks in your heart, caulked them up, sealed themselves in, and stayed there. Sometimes they did it by insisting you meet them at every step, as Jamie had done to me.

Soze shook his head. “If someone checks our Internet search records, don’t you think it will look suspicious that before we called the police, we checked up on the evidence?” Poe laughed mirthlessly. “We’re Rose & Grave, junior. Everything we do looks suspicious.

The last time I had sex,” I said, “was Halloween.” He nodded slowly. “That was my birthday.” I choked on my waffle. This was getting worse and worse. “No!” “Why do you think they called me ‘Poe’?” I had always guessed it was because he was morose and taciturn and creepy. “Um ... because ‘Hotstuff’ was taken?

There was Malcolm in the front row, his hand resting on the shoulder of the knight I knew as Poe. I looked at the list of names beneath the photo. -James Orcutt. What a ridiculously normal name. I’d half been expecting Darth Vader

Topher?” Dude, how many oaths did this kid plan to break in his first month as a Digger?Who did he think he was?Me?

True hunger was a weapon stronger than any of his abstract desires. It’s what toppled countries and made men desperate.

We’ve known each other for a while,” I said. “And our feelings just ... blossomed.” “Like fungus off rotted meat?” Josh snarked.

Why was he here? Why was he always, always, always around? Didn’t he have a life? Didn’t he have anything better to do?

...You are my compass star." And he was hers.

You know what you remind me of,” Odile said to them as they scooted into the booth. “Those sneaky co-stars having an on-set affair who are always so careful not to let anyone photograph them together because they don’t want the paparazzi to have any material by which to draw inferences.” “You know what you remind me of?” Jenny replied coolly. “The paparazzi.” Odile: “Touché.

You want to know what’s even more troublesome?” I scooted up. “Our real names rhyme.” He chuckled. “Yeah, they do. I never thought of that.