Dear Diary, the Heroine never cries.

— Amelia F. Jones

My arm began moving, turning the invisible crank of Death's music box. Somewhere inside, I didn't want the melody to end.

— Ruta Sepetys

Revolting. If women were so careless to become pregnant at such a time, let women sort it out.

— Ruta Sepetys

We cannot be too cautious, Bangalore. Just because someone knocks on the door doesn't mean you have to open it. Sometimes, sweet girl, there are wolves at the door. If we are not careful, they might eat us.

— Ruta Sepetys