Quotes About Identity

I don't want to be a vampire, she told herself over and over again. But in her dreams, she kind of did.

What's wrong with Oak? He stomped in here and slammed his door. Is he going to be this dramatic when he's a teenager?' 'He doesn't want to be High King,' I tell her. 'Oh. That.' Vivi glances toward his bedroom. 'I thought it was something important.

Who would desire to be human? Human hearts break. Human bones shatter. Human skin can tear.

But for one final night, he's the father I remember best, the one in whose shadow I have- for better or worse- become what I am.

You're unwinding yourself like a spool. What happens when there's no more thread?" "Then I spin more

as though she was the only real thing in a land of ghosts.

Interesting." He takes another step closer, squatting and regarding us from eye level. "There are so few children in Faerie that I've never seen one of us twinned. Is it like being doubled or more like being divided in half?

Looking at their faces, I suddenly realize I know them. It's the Latin Club. Diego, Jenny, Ashley, Mike, and David. And their advisor, Ms. Esposito. Geeks, one and all. My people. 'What are you doing?' My words come out slurred. 'Bringing Bacchanalia to Wallingford,' said Jenny. 'And you're going to help us.

Beside them, anyone might as well be a shadow, a blurry reflection of a reflection.

I think I have Ring Pops somewhere here, from trick-or-treating. I went as myself.

Maybe growing up the way we have, bad things feel good to us.

No need for dramatics.' 'I am nothing,' Cardan said, 'if not dramatic.

When I am scared, I can't forget that no matter how well he plays the role of father, he will always and forever also be my father's murderer.

Father,' I say. 'I used to think I wanted you to call me that,' he says. 'But it turns out that when you do, good things seldom come after.

You've had to turn yourself into something else, and you've done it. Sometimes, when I look at you, I'm not sure if you'd even know how to be human anymore.

I have often wondered if my past is the reason I am the way I am, if it has made me monstrous. If so, will I make a monster out of him?

What happiness do you have? Rutting and breeding. You'd go mad if you accepted the truth of what you are. You are nothing. You barely exist at all. Your only purpose is to create more of your kind before you die some pointless and agonizing death.

What if the way I am is the way I am? What if, when everything else is different, I'm not?

he is what he is. He cannot be other than his nature.

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I cannot seem to contort myself back in to the shape of a dutiful child. I am becoming unravelled. I am becoming undone.

I can show you a version of yourself, Taryn. One you've never imagined. It's terrible to be a girl trapped in a story. But you can be more than that. You can be the teller. You can shape the story. You can make all of Faerie love you.

When I'm with him, I feel like the hero of a story. Of my story. It's when he's not there that things don't feel right.

All human beings should try and learn before they die what they are running from, and to, and why. —JAMES THURBER