Persuasion, by Jane Austen

Prettier musings of high-wrought love and eternal constancy, could never have passed along the streets of Bath, than Anne was sporting with from Camden-place to Westgate buildings. It was almost enough to spread purification and perfume all the way.

Paper Towns, by John Green

After all that hearing, he [Whitman] writes, "I am exposed....cut by bitter and poisoned hail." That was perfect, I thought; you listen to people so that you can imagine them, and you hear all the terrible and wonderful things people do to themselves and to one another, but in the end the listening exposes you even more than it exposes the people you're trying to listen to.

Rose Under Fire, by Elizabeth Wein

She barked an order at the guards. They'd sent extras, expecting a fight. She took hold of a dog's leash and started prowling among the first rows of silent, stubborn language professors and music teachers and widowed mothers and orphaned daughters, and projectionists and spies and bartenders and cleaning ladies and Resistance agents and Red Army soldiers and Girl Scout saboteurs. And taran pilots.

And, in our first real moments of glory, the lights went out.

I think, if there could be anything I am glad I was there for, it is that moment.