What is the same about them is their voices, the way they start speaking the cruelty and have to power to stop themselves. Cruelty urges or calls them onward, and they dive more deeply into it, as if they could get drunk on cruelty, addicted to violence, swallowed up and besotted as if they heard their own voices speaking the words and fell in love with the sounds of violence in their own voices.

– Cynthia Voigt, Orfe, page 4-5

Version:
Paperback, 128 pages
Published August 1st 1994 by Scholastic

 

I keep thinking that there has to be some other place between sane and crazy, some mysterious territory that rests in the middle.

– Brenna Yovanoff, Paper Valentine, page 167

Version:
Hardcover, 304 pages
Published January 8th 2013 by Razorbill

I wonder how long he’ll be sad. I wonder if his sadness will last forever, stretching on like an ocean. Drowning everyone he cares about. Drowning people he doesn’t even know. He won’t be able to control it. Oceans ebb and flow as they wish. They cover everything. They make everything blue.

– Katrina Leno, The Half Life of Molly Pierce, page 67

Version:
Hardcover, 231 pages
Published July 8th 2014 by HarperTeen

 

I had another thought as I stood there, trying desperately to understand a completely altered view of my existence. Someday might be the one to offer kindness to someone else in grim and dire circumstances. Someday might be the one with wealth or knowledge or strength or power that could be used to alleviate another person’s distress. Such a thought had literally never crossed my mind before. More than once I had been saved. Someday I might save someone else in return.

– Sharon Shinn, The Dream-Maker’s Magic, page 85

Version:
Paperback, 288 pages
Published March 13th 2008 by Speak

Why had the counterfeit timbre of his voice rung true to me? What had prompted me to believe a man who spent most of his life dissembling? Why had I, usually so suspicious, become so credulous and simpleminded in his presence? Was it just that I had wanted to hear someone tell me he loved me? Was it just that the words he spoke, the vows he swore, were so freighted with sweetness that they would have seemed true no matter who spoke them?

– Sharon Shinn, The Truth-Teller’s Tale, page 108

Version:
Paperback, 276 pages
Published April 5th 2007 by Firebird