What role was she expected to play in his life, and more important, in her own?

... she starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see ...

I am stained with corrupt splendor, I am a code for obscure secrets, I am a being apart, I was born in decadence, and I live over the water. I am as different as possible from you, and yet I am not...

All great autobiography is about loss, about the hopeless but necessary quest to retrieve and control a past that forever slips away. Memory is both inspiration and burden, method and subject, the...

The darkest secret of this country, I am afraid, is that too many of its citizens imagine that they belong to a much higher civilization somewhere else. That higher civilization doesn't have to be...

Cut! Changes happen to people. But there is a face we sometimes have that hides itself.

All right, then, her first rule for the rest of her days: no more looking outside for definitions. She might not have any clue who she was, but better to be lost and searching than shoved into a...

For a long moment, they stood together in silence. Vader thought about his secret... about Thrawn's loyalty... about the Emperor's continued need for him. Perhaps the entire Empire's need for him......

Now he looked at her sideways. You don't think I look like a Shadowhunter anymore? Do you want to? Cristina asked. I want to look like my family, Mark said. I cannot have the Blackthorn coloring, but...

It is the mundanes who look at me and see something they do not understand - a boy who is not quite white and not quite foreign either." "Just as I am not human, and not demon either," Tessa said...

Love is a word, another kind of open. As the diamond comes into a knot of flame I am Black because I come from the earth's inside take my word for jewel in the open light.

are more like Dog and Cat and Bird than like Lassie and Fido and Spot. Therefore

It's true that, as my brother grew larger, he also grew dangerous, same as my sister. But they're still ours and we want them back. They're needed here at home.

At twenty - two, I had the callowest possible definition of interesting and, by the measure of my own calipers, was far from interesting myself.

I, Anna Maria de Burgh Coppinger Isis solemnly swear on

Don't say that as a boy your grandmother used to read to you, unless at that stage of her life she really was a boy, in which case you have probably thrown away a better intro.

Women, music, beer, and pie. Rurik, you're just an all-American guy.

Luna was distant and elegant. The only time anyone had ever seen Luna angry was when someone called her 'African - American'. "I'm an American," she snapped, turning sharply towards the person. "I've...

Don't lose yourself, don't let yourself be lost, he said, and these were unexpected, enigmatic words that did not seem to fit the occasion.

A bastard son must fight his own way in the world. Osferth knew that.

I look like a gay Mormon missionary, he lamented in the mirror. Pardon me, have you heard the word of the Lord? It's fabulous!

By the time we hit the streets they were silent and closed in on us, and they had assumed the Nonchalant Look, an expression that said, I am not a nurse escorting six lunatics to the ice cream parlor....

Perhaps it's that you can't go back in time, but you can return to the scenes of a love, of a crime, of happiness, and of a fatal decision; the places are what remain, are what you can possess, are...

When I was fifteen, a dark shape came into my room at night. It was dark, but it glowed, which is the first of many facts you will have to tackle with your imagination. It wasn't in the shape of a...

- Oh yes? Can you identify yourself? - Certainly. I'd know me anywhere.

"Who are you?' he asked suddenly. 'I'm not sure,' replied the other. 'I rather think I am your long-lost brother."

Or maybe when they do the operation - when they grind and stretch your bones to the right shape, peel off your face and rub all your skin away, and stick in plastic cheekbones so you look like...

I'm not sure what I am anymore... Sometimes I think I'm nothing but what other people have done to me―a big collection of brainwashing, surgeries, and cures... That, and all the mistakes I've made....

We are only what we know.

I have no earliest memories, Archivist. Every day of my life in Papa Song was as uniform as the fries we vended.