laurel

All of a sudden we were out of the lot and on the highway next to the mountains, flying. I put my hand out the window, and then I put my head out. I felt my hair blow behind me and the air rush into me, and I forgot for a moment to worry about how I was supposed to be. Because I was perfect right then. Everything was. And Sky was a perfect driver. Not scary. Just steady. And fast. I wanted the music to last forever.

— Ava Dellaira

Because I think that by beauty, you don't just mean something that's pretty. You mean something that makes us human.

— Ava Dellaira

But you said you love me. You don’t just leave after that.

— Ava Dellaira

Her two worlds, two lives that she tried so hard to keep separate, were crashing together. And she felt helpless to stop it.

— Aprilynne Pike

He’s a vampire.” I laughed again, feeling there was no end to the outrageous, ridiculous excuses we were coming up with. “Seriously, it makes sense. He’s always tired and pale, and keeps himself away from people so he won’t bite them.... Maybe that’s what he’s doing when he disappears. Getting his fix of blood.

— J.M. Richards

I know I could have saved your ashes to put into the ocean, but I wanted you to have the journey, all the way with the currents, to the open sea. And I know that when I finally get to see the waves washing on the shore, to hear them, I will feel you there.

— Ava Dellaira

I've loved you for a long time,' she said. 'But there was always something holding me back. Maybe it was that I was afraid of an emotion that was so consuming. It still frightens me,' she admitted in a whisper. Tasmania chuckled. 'If it makes you feel any better, it scares the daylights out of me on a regular basis.

— Aprilynne Pike

Maybe I didn't march to the same drummer as most people, but I could do things on my own and do them well. That was what I'd learned, little by little, in the year I turned sixteen. I was complete by myself.

— Diane Schwemm

Never let hatred give you an escort. It will drag your attention from all fortunes along the way.

— Israelmore Ayivor

Of course, you were crowned with laurel in the beginning, your gold hair was wreathed with laurel, but the gold is thinning, and the laurel has withered. Face it – pitiful monster.

— Tennessee Williams