I'm so scared that if I move even an inch, my body will snap in half and everyone will see that my insides are made up of nothing but all the tears I'm swallowing back right now.

Tahereh Mafi

Tahereh Mafi

Profession: Author
Nationality: Iranian

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Selfish needs, wants, and desires needed to be obliterated. Greed, overindulgence, and gluttony had to be expunged from human behavior. The solution was in self-control, in minimalism, in sparse living conditions; one simple and a brand-new dictionary filled with words everyone would understand.

If I touch him, he might die.

You've got a sexy voice. Makes everything sound naughty.

Sometimes I wish I never had to sleep. Sometimes I think that if I stay very, very still, if I never move at all, things will change. I think if I freeze myself I can freeze the pain. Sometimes I won't move for hours. I will not move an inch. If time stands still nothing can go wrong.

I will be unapologetic. I will live with no regrets. I will reach into the earth and rip out the injustice and I will crush it in my bare hands.

Tell me what you want" he [Warner] says desperately. "Tell me what to do," he says, "and I'll do it.

Are you out of your goddamn mind? You think we can take on two hundred soldiers? I know I am an extremely attractive man, J, but I am not Bruce Lee.

We can hide in a cupboard under the stairs our whole life and it'll still find us. Death will show up wearing an invisible cloak and it will wave a magic wand and whisk us away when we least expect it.

Shit, shit. He curls his fingers into a tight fist and clenches his jaw. He's burned his hand.

You have to get it together, girl, or you're not going to get through this alive. You have no idea what's going on behind the scenes or what the other commanders have in store for you. Lena won't be the last of us to arrive here, you know. And no one is coming here to play nice." "Good. Let them come.

I'm a starving child trying to stuff my stomach, gorging my senses on the decadence of these moments as if I'll wake up in the morning and realize I'm still sweeping cinders for my stepmother.But then Adam's lips press against my head and my worries put on a fancy dress and pretend to be something else for a while.

In a strange way, it makes me sad that they've been able to find happiness in this life. They have no idea what they've missed; no idea what the world used to be like.

But the fire of true hatred, I realize, cannot exist without the oxygen of affection. I would not hurt so much, or hate so much, if I did not care.

It's only when he finds my face that he meets my gaze; I step into the sea of blue in his eyes, dive right in and drown.