Quotes from Ilsa J. Bick

What's the point of not taking chances? I don't know if I could stand living my whole life afraid.

So I need the story, Jenna. I need the truth. Right, like the two are the same thing.

She's got the kind of ethereal, unselfconscious beauty some young girls possess that breaks your heart. Or theirs.

Why can't you like me?" he said, his voice breaking. His scent steamed then, hot and heady with a welter of contradictions: apples and fire and electric roil of those cold, black shadows. "Why can't you like me just a little?" She would never know how she might have answered, because he never gave her the chance. Instead, he kissed her.

They call it the drowning instinct. It's when drowning doesn't look like drowning.

Follow your heart. Just don't get lost.

It was that stages-of-anger thing. I was shocked and then I got pissed and then I fought like hell … and then I went numb. They called it acceptance, but it wasn't. It's what happens when you have only two choices: live with the monster, or kill yourself.

This is a fairy tale with teeth and claws.

Everybody breaks sooner or later, Bob. Anyone can drown. Sometimes you see it. Most often, you don't because the body protects and the skin hides, so drowning doesn't look like drowning and some people scar so nicely. Take it from an expert.

Obeying orders just to obey is the mark of a person who has ceased to think. Remember, it is better to suffer for doing what is right rather than for doing what is wrong.

But sticking to rules just because they're there does not make them right. You need to learn when the rules should be broken.

What's the point of not taking chances? I don't know if I could stand living my whole life afraid.

She's got the kind of ethereal, unselfconscious beauty some young girls possess that breaks your heart. Or theirs.

We all have our fictions, little lies we tell ourselves to keep going from one day to the next.

Sometimes you don't know what you need until it's gone

My English teacher said that a writer is the worst judge of his own work.

We were like matching bookends, almost touching but with volumes between us and stories, so many stories.

So I need the story, Jenna. I need the truth. Right, like the two are the same thing.

That´s the problem with the truth. Sometimes the truth is ambiguous, or really bad cliche.

Run , she told herself. Run, you idiot, run. But she didn't. She couldn't. She just... couldn't.

Those brain-zapped kids weren't the only - or maybe even the worst - enemy.

No one can help but stare at the monster, because horror is a cousin to awe.

As the dog sprinted back, Jack said to the girl, "Sweetheart,honey, why do you have to be so hateful?" "Why not?" Ellie said. "It's not like being good ever got me anywhere.

Because if you can just hold off the moment when you must confront reality, time stands still and you can keep pretending that life will continue as you´ve known it: that nothing-not even something as wonderful and as terrible as love-has broken your world beyond repair.