About Diana Peterfreund: Diana Peterfreund is an American author.
The beauty of fantasy is that it allows the protagonist to pass through fear to come to know this different reality and to find a place in it.
There are a few things that even sarcasm can't protect you from.
Not every girl can be Isabelle Lightwood or Katniss Everdeen. I think the true measure of a hero is what a person does with what they have, how hard they are willing to fight, and how far they are willing to go to set things right.
Even places you know well can take on a touch of the unknown when you arrive there from a different direction.
But if home suddenly becomes not like home, what then?
Cities have the capability to at any moment shift out of the familiar, even if you've lived in one all your life.
It's significantly more satisfying to kick a wall than it is to kick thin air. For the rebellious teen- or the teen who wants to feel like a rebel- a clearly defined law gives you something to define yourself against.
Popularity gives you power only over people who care about being popular. Ostracism gives you power only over those who fear being ostracized.
There are more hidden spaces in a city, more hidden lives and hidden emptinesses, and more darkened windows where shadow people pass fleetingly in and out of sight.
Sometimes you met someone that changed the pattern, who wormed their way past the cracks in your heart, caulked them up, sealed themselves in, and stayed there. Sometimes they did it by insisting you meet them at every step, as Jamie had done to me.
I hadn’t gone to Andover, or Horace Mann or Eton. My high school had been the average kind, and I’d been the best student there. Such was not the case at Eli. Here, I was surrounded by geniuses. I’d figured out early in my college career that t...
I have a question for you, but it’s kind of...um, personal.” “Yes, I’m gay.” “You really are a fan of saying that, aren’t you?” “Once you start, you just can’t stop.
P—Jamie!” I called. He waded back toward me. “I’m starting to think my name is Pajamie.” “Your name should be Pajerky. You said it wasn’t deep.” “Pajerky?” He gave me a skeptical look. “That’s Pathetic.” “We’ll see how s...
There was that word again.Mature. Was this what maturity was? Giving up on the things we wanted because we knew we’d never get them?
