“It wasn't like the other songs. There was no story, no conversation. This was just the feeling, without words or pictures, and it had nothing to do with Luther or his clean, stinging guitar. It was the sound of being… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“There was a whole, sprawling world underneath us, filled with ugly, vicious, beautiful people. The line between the two places was thin, hardly a separation, and both ran on pain and blood and fear and death and joy and music.… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“It’s not the wisest thing - love - but when it happens, there’s not a lot you can do to stop it. Sometimes you… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“Whatever they said, whatever they told you about yourself, it’s not true” — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“We're literal people, you and me. Whatever the most obvious interpretation is, that's our truth.” — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“The way Lillian says it is hungry, like she’s waiting for something to be revealed, and I wonder if maybe that’s the real difference… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“I still can't picture what he does in his every day life when he's not busy with school or misdemeanors or me.” — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
The treachery of demons is nothing compared to the betrayal of an angel. — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“We sat on the picnic bench, not talking, not looking at each other, but being quiet and okay. The rain was almost gone, nothing… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“I don’t remember any of the true, important parts, but there’s this dream I have.” — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
But what Davenport had been born into had taken so much from her, leaving her with just the wickedest and the worst. Her father… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“Fisher twined his fingers with mine and when he did, the feeling was the best thing in the world, like it was always better… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“What's up?' he said, like the church was always burning down and I always called him on a school night, telling him to come… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
