Zan Romanoff Quotes

But Land and Solly-the two of them, together-they were her religion. She performed her acts of worship and accorded them all of her faith. Their love was the first mystery, the one that bound the world together

That's when she started lying to her friends about how she spending her time; that was when fandom went from an occasional hobby to a necessary escape hatch.

And even if she could sheen and buff and polish her surface, the interior would still be what it's always been: she would still be her wild, messy, impossible self underneath.

Only she and Jes actually know what happened on that street last night. After so many years of keeping secrets about him, she has one with him. She isn't ready to let go of that yet. The keeping is too delicious, still.

Plus, it's not like she would admit to what happened last night even if her mom was here. They just don't talk about stuff like this, really: boys, bands, feelings.

Grace thinks of Persephone and the pomegranate seeds. She took something for herself when Jes offered her that first cigarette, and again with her photographs at Holy Communion. And look at her: she's ended up staying so much longer than she ever thought she'd be allowed to.

You don't have to rebel to grow up," her mother says. "I always thought you understood that.

She loves the idea that love can be kept like a secret, that it can grow up through the cracks between things and take you by surprise. That it can be tender and powerful, forbidden and flourishing.

Sometimes fandom functions like an echo chamber.

People have this idea of what fangirls look like, and she's not it. She can get away with so much pretending.

Looking at him, she understands instinctively that beauty and danger are twin edges of the same knife.

The ease of the lie almost erases the fact that now, officially, she is lying all the time,on purpose, to everyone.