Have faith in yourself. If you don't believe you can do it, you won't.

Tahereh Mafi

Tahereh Mafi

Profession: Author
Nationality: Iranian

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Kenji, I say, only half hearing him, I've just realized I've never met any foreign officials before.

I want a pocketful of punctuation marks to end the thoughts he's forced into my head.

We're running out of time, he said. As if time were the kind of thing you could run out of, as if it were measured into bowls that were handed to us at birth and if we ate too much or too fast or right before jumping into the water then our time would be lost, wasted, already spent.

I think if I freeze myself I can freeze the pain.

How can I hate his anger," he says, "when I know so well where it comes from?

I love that the girl who blushes so easily in my arms is the same one who would kill a man for hurting me.

Stop touching me with your eyes.

Laughter comes from living." I shrug, try to sound indifferent. "I've never really been alive before.

Invisible guns, huh?" Kenji smirks. "That's cute. I don't think I ever went through that phase.

Girls are always talking about electricity in their romance, but none are too happy to actually be electrocuted, apparently. Bloody confusing, is what it is.

His skin is flawless, unblemished, his jawline sharp and strong. His eyes are the palest shade of emerald I've ever seen. He's beautiful. His crooked smile is calculated evil.

There is a distinct flavor of panic lodged somewhere underneath my tongue and I'm fighting to remember where it came from.

My words are slow and steady when I speak. I value human life a lot more than you do, Warner.

I had been shackled, a prisoner in my own mind.