Top 160 A.G. Howard Quotes (2025 Update)
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101. “He could offer her an eternity of challenges and passion, of quiet, tender moments stolen in the depths of riotous flames and ravaging storms – tranquility amidst the chaos.”

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102. “Yes, we will quarrel incessantly and fight for dominance. And yes, there will be ravishes of passion, but there will also be gentle lulls. That is who we are together.”

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103. “You’ve always brought out the softer side in my master. But he hasn’t changed. He’s as changeless as he is ageless. He’ll always be selfish, manipulative, untamable. He knows no other way to be, for he is all things Wonderland.”

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104. “You are part human, and an artist. Creation is your power.”

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105. “Yet despite how he’s drawn to danger, how it thrives within him, or maybe because of it, the dark and wicked side of me softens at the feel of his lips on my skin.”

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106. “Because he believes in me. He lets me take chances and learn from them. That’s something a friend does.”

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107. “You will never go home, cancerous little polyp!”

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108. “I don’t want those things from you. I love your faults and imperfections. Your kind heart. The scars that match mine, and the struggles to find ourselves. I want your humanness. Nothing else.”

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109. “We have regiments as innumerable as the sands... And arsenals as uncountable as the stars.”

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110. “My intruder leaned into the dim light, revealing a face both beautiful and terrifying. He wasn’t human. No, he was far too perfect and mystical for that. Markings, resembling tattoos, flashed with jeweled colors beneath his dark, fathomless eyes. His blue hair swayed, out of sync with the wind gushing through my window.”

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111. “An old childhood playmate once told me ’second guessing every step prevents any forward momentum. Trust yourself. Forgive yourself. And move on.”

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112. “I don’t want to blend,” Etalon whispered. “I want to belong.”

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113. “Biting my lip, I trace the cigarette-butt scars along Jeb’s bared torso. I’ve often wished he could replace all those bad memories with the good ones we’ve made together since. But now, more than ever, I realize how important every memory is, bad or good, because they shape who we become.”

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114. “I’m about to be alone, deep inside Wonderland’s garden of souls, with nothing but dead things for company.”

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115. “Netherling logic resides in the hazy border between sense and nonsense.”

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116. “Regret fills my already crowded heart.”

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117. “Sit. You’ve just been soundly kissed. No doubt you’re short of breath.”

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118. “The guys exchange scowls as I climb off the mattress with Jeb’s arm securely around my waist. It’s nice to see some things never change.”

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119. “That’s how you know you’re alive, Alyssa. The kicks.”

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120. “I’ll wish for more wishes,” I offer. Morpheus laughs. “Oh, of course you would. Just like Alice did. She asked for an endless supply of wishes. Then her tears wouldn’t stop falling. That’s how the ocean was born in the first place. We almost never got that fountain stopped. If you try to outsmart magic, there’s always a price to be paid.”

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121. “The eater becoming the eaten!”

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122. “Good. I can’t be the only diva in this relationship. It is far too exhausting.”

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123. “I stare at the photo. It’s an image of a huge black-winged moth from one of Alison’s old albums. The shot is amazing, the way the wings are splayed on a flower between a slant of sun and shade, teetering between two worlds. Alison used to capture things most people wouldn’t notice – moments in time when opposites collide, then merge seamlessly together.”

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124. “Still, it makes sense that his insight echoes through my soul when I’m teetering at the edge of insecurity, considering he’s Wonderland’s wisdom keeper, the custodian of all things mad and daring.”

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125. “Did I tell you Jeb threatened to turn Bret into a smashed pumpkin if I don’t get home by midnight? Taking a sweet fairy tale like “Cinderella” and twisting it into a death threat. That’s seriously warped.”

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126. “No worries. What happens in Wonderland stays in Wonderland, right?”

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127. “I understand now,” he murmurs. “Why the power seduced you. With just a turn of my hand I can create, kill, maim, and heal.” There’s a dreamlike quality to his movements and words, as if he’s in a trance. Blinking, he drops his arm to his side again. “No one can ever make me, or anyone I care about, a victim again. This place isn’t hell. It’s heaven. And I... I am a god.”

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128. “The lack of magic is what leads humans to fantasize in the first place. And Alyssa, what a wonderfully powerful force an imagination can be.”

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129. “One day, I’ll bring dreams to our kind, Father. They’ll be in abundance everywhere, not just in the cemetery. One day, I’ll free the spirits, so they can sleep inside our gardens, brushing our winddows at night, and bumping against our feet in the day. I’ll bring imagination to our world so everyone might always be with those they treasure.”

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130. “One thing being crowned a queen in Wonderland has taught me: Power is impotent unless it’s cultivated with risks.”

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131. “Jeb is an anchor; he holds me grounded to my humanity and compassion. But Morpheus is the wind; he drags me kicking and screaming to the highest precipice, shoves me off, then watches me fly with netherling wings. When Jeb’s at my side, the world is a canvas – unblemished and welcoming; when I’m with Morpheus, it’s a wanton playground – wicked and addictive.”

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132. “Come down, luv. Don’t be shy. Every wedding ceremony needs witnesses. Why should mine and yours be any different?”

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133. “Oh, now... being mad’s not all that bad.”

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134. “He already has my nights. I won’t let him take my days, too.”

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135. “How do you hate someone who pulled you from the brink of death, not once, but twice?”

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136. “I’m game for anything. Will you pelt me with falling hearts in a symbolic rain of our unrequited love? Or perhaps chain me to a wall in lace made of moonlight and have your way with me?”

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137. “Bah.” Morpheus snags a paintbrush. “She should be draped in starlight and clouds, lace and softness. Nothing less should touch her skin.” He points the bristles at Jeb. “I saw what you put Thomas in. You are not painting her into one of those goon suits. She is royalty. Dress her like royalty. Give her some glitter... some glitz. And a crown.”

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138. “It’s great to have him watching my back without standing in my way.”

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139. “I ache to be a part of it... to devour and destroy, then relish in the plunder.”

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140. “It’s so hard for me to accept the good in him.”

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141. “Everything – our lives, our loves, our futures – hinges on one word alone: IF.”

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142. “You opened Pandora’s box within me. Set loose the imaginings and emotions of a mortal man. And there is no closing it ever again.” The jewels under his eyes twitch between dark purple and blue. “As much as I abhor being anything akin to human, Alyssa, I wouldn’t dare try to close it. Because that would mean losing you.”

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143. “He looks inside my heart; I look inside his. And the similarities there terrify me.”

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144. “Human emotions can be a powerful thing. They can make you see things in an entirely different light.”

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145. “Glory and deprecation – sunlight and shadows – the scuttle of a scorpion and the melody of a nightingale. Sister One’s description of him has never seemed more apt. The breath of the sea and the cannonade of a storm. Can you speak these things with your tongue?”

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146. “The littlest things I once took for granted have become priceless treasures.”

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147. “This ride is spectacular! Right, Morpheus? Just like flying, right?” He tenses next to me, trying to hide his panic. I glance at him and he’s practically green; even the jewels beneath his skin flash a putrid, sickly tone. “What’s the matter? Stomach a little kicky? Didn’t you always say it’s the kicks that let you know you’re alive?”

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148. “I should be terrified. I should be committed. But something about the netherling is sensual and exhilarating, more evocative than anything in my world has ever been.”

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149. “The rabbit hole has collapsed, and my key is melded to a nugget of worthless metal.”

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150. “No.” I’ve fallen asleep praying for you to look at me like this. To touch me like this. “Don’t break my heart.” Moth shadows glide above him in the mirrored ceiling, distracting me from the fierceness of his frown. “I’d cut mine out first.”

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