Quotes of: Degenerate Keyword

One thing that I always liked about fashion was that it was tied in with music and art and film.

Tavi Gevinson

She was drawn to damaged souls like a moth to a flame. 

Apart From The Crowd

This is one of the defining sorrows of books: that we cannot see one another.

The Areas of My Expertise

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.

The Adoration of Jenna Fox

I am ever a gentle maiden," she shouted. "Damn if I'm not.

Honor's Splendour

If you get yourself killed, I'll find your grave and spit on it," she threatened.

Honor's Splendour

You trample on hearts as if they're grapes and you're making wine.

It's in His Kiss

Charity is merely returning what we have stolen.

The Irresistible Revolution: Living as an Ordinary Radical

Watch over Honoria, will you? See that she doesn’t marry an idiot.

Just Like Heaven

Look forward, not back," the Hag said. "All is change. Do not regret. Instead, learn.

Raven Flight

You only grow up by living through the shit that life throws at you

Rachel's Holiday

As a matter of fact, she has refused to marry me.” “So when's the wedding?” Ramsey asked.

Ransom

You're late." "Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people.

Spider's Bite

Literature itself is a species of code. You line up symbols and create a simulacrum of life.

Strange Bodies

it is strange, is it not, how an accident of millimeter here, a millimeter there, makes one face so important.

Scruples

For my part, I think that the mystery is always greatest where there is the most - emptiness.

Scruples

Never would I have a man saying what or who were best for me, and that were all there were to it.

Scarlet

Freedom: both so priceless and so expensive.

Sisters And Strangers: An Introduction To Contemporary Feminist Fiction

Adventure, like beauty, is very much in the eye of the beholder.

Seduction of a Proper Gentleman

Memory is curated. All this paraphernalia you collect to ward off forgetting

The Shining Girls

and when all the wars are over, a butterfly will still be beautiful.

Scenes from a Writer's Life