A biography for Shannon Halehasn’t been written yet.
“I'm Razo, a member of Bayern's Own," he said, stopping himself from adding "Loafing is just a hobby of mine.""Bayern's Own? But you're a child." Razo looked up to the sky. "I'm not a child, I'm just short.”
“When you get tired of worrying and mourning your horse and trying not to be afraid, tell me and I'll do it for you a while so you can shut your eyes and sleep peaceful.”
“Maybe I got a few words wrong, but that's so near how the conversation went, I'm going to call it truth.”
“There's nothing more aggravating in the world than the midnight sniffling of the person you've decided to hate.”
“Get back in my cot, girl," said Gilsa. "You're sickly."No, I'm not," said Ani.Oh, no? Well, maybe stubbornness is a sickness, did you ever think of that?”
“If we're mad, we're mad in large numbers, at least larger than yours.”
“You saw my leg?""How can a man help what he sees?" he said. "And, if I could add, you possess a very fine leg.”
“Look no farther than your hand,Make a choice and take a stand.”
“I'm going to find whoever is responsible for me sleeping out side with outside without pillows and kick them in the shins!-Enna”
“You're better than seven years of food. You're better than windows. You're even better than the sky.”
“Being a writer is a good, good thing.”
“Miri took genuine comfort in studying Mathematics that day. She could sort numbers into two simple ideas: true and not true. Unlike numbers, words were rarely just one thing. They moved and changed, camouflaging and leaping out unexpectedly. Words were slippery and alive; words wrestled out of her grip and became something new. Words were dangerous.”
“...even if things were broken right now. Sometimes it was the cracks that let the light in.”
“And Isi always listened, never told Enna she had been foolish, never said hollow things like 'You'll be all right.' . . . Isi saw Enna's struggle and her sadness, and she understood.”
“... fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.”
“Do you know the feeling you get when you are awakened in the middle of a dream? The dream story is still real and full of color, but the waking world is rushing back into your mind. And for a moment both worlds are true, and you cannot quite tell them apart.”
“Over there!" "Where?" Enna asked in mock panic "Do you see something?”
“I’m sorry, my lady,” said Geric, rubbing his arm. “But I failed to force an apology out of the offending goose.”
“Personally, I believe “Young Adult” to be an arbitrary title that means the book "Can be enjoyed by anyone/Has a main character who’s not quite an adult/Isn’t really boring.”
“There you go...let it all slide out. Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears.”