See How They Run

that history almost always repeats itself. And it is almost always written by men.

You are my best friend. And sometimes I like to check and make sure my friends aren’t dead.

So you’re a secret society … of librarians?

Not all people with scars are evil.

Some people, after all, don’t care who they yell at as long as they have a reason to keep shouting.

It's not safe out there," he says, too close to my ear. "Yeah...well..." I look at him. "Maybe it's not safe in here either.

Every girl thinks about growing up in a palace. Few ever ponder living in a cage.

Are you ashamed of me or ashamed of him?” “Both,

But that's the thing about being the girl who's spent years convincing the world she's not afraid of anything: At some point, someone is going to find out you're afraid of everything.

And no matter how many people surround you, that is still the loneliest place on earth.

But guilt isn't smart. It isn't logical. It doesn't only live in the places it belongs.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

I've been wrong, and I've been crazy. But this is the first time I've ever truly felt like a fool.

given enough rope, eventually, I am bound to hang myself.

mostly it makes me want to pull Lila out of Alexei’s arms and toss her in the pool. I

I can't help but stare at his swollen eye and bruised jaw. He looks like the god of war, damaged and scarred, but still standing. I'm not thinking as I reach up and gently run a finger across his battered face.