Quotes from Julianna Baggott

Even if their supplies of love are finite, they've figured out that life is, too, and they're no longer rationing.

And I knew that I loved him with more than a nod. I loved him with a rush of tenderness, a lion's share. (Is that ever enough?) I wanted to survive. I had to. I never called.

Revolutions are usually started by people who are hungry. Sure, there are ideological revolutions, but, again, people rise up because they feel that the alternative is no longer livable. They have to be desperate.

The dirt," he says, his voice strangely peaceful. "What about it?" she asks. "It's dirty.

She let him go once. Every day demands that she release him over and over again. She clenches her fists and thinks, Will he find me again? And she tells herself, No. Don't want this. Let him go.

Will you be my wife forever? Here and now and beyond all of this?

How do you know me? she says. He looks at her through his narrow eyes. I was, he says. You were what? she asks. I was, he says again. And now I'm not.

I didn't know it until the end. All stories worth telling are love stories.

But this kind of love can't survive. Love's a luxury.

Now I feel like we weren't made for each other. We're making each other -- into the people we should become.

Vale, entonces un recuerdo. ¿Tiene que ser feliz? —No. Prefiero que sea verdadero a que sea feliz.

Omission is a sin only if, in the process of deceiving, you forget the truth. Lying is a sin only if, in the process, the lie becomes the only truth.

I miss art. I miss art. Life would be worth living if I had art.

She feels a great pang of loss, an unexpected welling of sorrow mixed with confusion.

I've either been in love a dozen times or never. I can't tell.

When I first met you, I thought we were made for each other even though we seemed like opposites in some ways and we fought. But now... What? Now I feel like we weren't made for each other. We're making each other—into the people we should become. Do you know what I mean?

Finally she said, When I grow up, I'm going to live out here. I'll probably be a Miss Somebody, too... Don't grow up, I told her. It only gets more confusing.

The box we stored God i kept getting smaller...until only a speck of god still exists, maybe only an atom. Maybe an atom is all we need.

His wings - she's never seen them fully spread, massive and strong. She wants to tell him that this is how he was meant to be - as wrong as it was for her to do this to him, as wrong as it feels, he is this person in this moment, and there's nothing more beautiful.

Una explosión de sol... todo se volvió iridiscente y se resquebrajó, como si los objetos y los humanos contuvieran luz. Fue la entrada más luminosa a la oscuridad.

To know someone, to be known. That matters more than he'd ever thought it would.

You think you'll fall in love again one day?" He straightens Partridge's bow tie. "I sure as hell hope not.

People never outgrow wanting to be liked for being who they truly are, especially when they've grown up in the limelight or its shadowy edge.

When you're in the world looking for only one thing, you find it or it finds you. The obsession can be mutual