“Poor Metias. He’s not supposed to be a father. He’s supposed to be out on his own, independent and free to concentrate… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
“The irony of life is that those who wear masks often tell us more truths than those with open faces.” — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
“I am still alone, broken and small, the butterfly fighting for life in the grass.” — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
“I’m twenty-seven today,” I continue in a whisper. My voice catches for a moment. “We’re the same age now.” For the first… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
“What’s the point of freedom if you’re just living in a miserable reality?” — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
“I reach out to touch one of the walls, imagining that I can feel his life and warmth through it, and I… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
“The irony of life is that those who wear masks often tell us more truths than those with open faces. —Masquerade, by… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
I can feel his presence here in every stone he has touched, every person he has lifted up, every street and alley… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
Day, the champion of the people, the one who can't bear to see those around him suffer on his behalf, who would… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
When you’ve been poor all your life, you never really think it could be any other way. And sometimes you’re even happy,… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
“And that’s when I realize that, at the end, we’d all wish for the same thing. Just a little more time.” — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
“The things that make you special will give you all kinds of advantages in life, but they will also hold you back… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
I want to run. To do what I always do, have always done, for the last five years of my life. Escape,… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
“But fairness does not power nations, Day, does it? I have read histories about nations where every person is given an equal… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
“Ugh,” I snort in disgust. No doubt that girl’s some goddy rich trot living the sweet life farther inland, in one of… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
My first three manuscripts were epic fantasy - like high fantasy - and then the fourth one was a historical fantasy about Mozart as… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
“When you refuse to ask for help, it tells others that they also shouldn't ask for help from you.” — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
You're brilliant,"he says."But you're a fool to stay with someone like me." I close my eyes at the touch of his hand."Then we are… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
“I pledge allegiance to the flag of the great Republic of America, to our Elector Primo, to our glorious states, to unity against the… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
“I stand there for a while, then sit cross-legged before it and bow my head. "Hi, Metias," I say in a soft voice. "Today's… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
“They’re making me so weak that I’m on the verge of collapsing to the floor. I’ve kissed a few boys in the past . . . but… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
We determine whether a book is for boys or girls long before the reader gets a chance to decide: we package them with soldiers… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
You should have taken me with you," I whisper to him. Then I lean my head against his and begin to cry. In my… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
Be true to yourself. But that's something everyone says and no one means. No one wants you to be yourself. They want you to… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
“No, it wasn't the attention he needed. He just wanted to create something and know that it mattered to someone, that he mattered. That… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
