LaRonda (Flying Paperbacks)

“Once upon a time there was a silence that dreamed of becoming a song, and then I found you, and now everything is music.”
― Laini Taylor, Muse of Nightmares

“The debt between a child and her mother could never be repaid, like running a foot race against someone fifteen miles ahead of you. What hope did you have of catching up? It didn't matter how many Mother's Day cards you drew, how many cliches and vows of devotions you put inside them. You could tell her she was your favorite parent, wink like you were co-conspirators, fill her in on every trivial detail of your life. None of it was enough. It had taken me years to figure this out: you would never love your mother as much as she loved you. She had formed memories of you since you were a poppy seed in her belly. You didn't begin making your own memories until three, four, five years old? She'd had a running start. She had known you before you even existed. How could we compete with that? We couldn't. We accepted that our mothers held their love over us, let them parade it around like a flashy trinket, because their love was superior to ours.”
― Stephanie Wrobel, Darling Rose Gold

“Men, I had often observed, were never happier than when they believed they were imparting wisdom.”
― Deanna Raybourn, A Perilous Undertaking

“I have never found it difficult to abandon a group , to go against the alpha male or female. I have never much cared for gangs, for social tribes , for fitting in. I have known since I was very young that the in-crowd isin't my crowd;they are not my people.”
― Maggie O'Farrell, I Am, I Am, I Am: Seventeen Brushes with Death