It doesn’t matter how great the lead cast is if the supporting actors don’t back them up.
And you know what the truly sad thing is, Etta?” Sophia whispered. “If he’d asked, if he’d put his case forward, Grandfather would have considered it. I know he would have. Because being born a bastard in this family is still preferable to being born a girl.
You’d be surprised how little voice you have when you lose everything.
I have to say,” he muttered, leaning back, “I am harboring some incredible ill will toward this mother of yours.
They were two ships sailing in opposite diretions, having met for a short time in the middle of the voyage, and he could no sooner “keep her” than capture the wind.
What’s past id prologue.
You and me? Inevitable.
Vida was back in the tent, humming softly, some old song I half recognized. I watched, disoriented, as she gleefully tore out scraps of White Fang’s pages, rolled each into a tiny ball, and threw them one by one into Chubs’s mouth, which had fallen wide open in sleep.
When a girl cries, few things are more worthless than a boy. Having two of them just meant that they stared at each other helplessly instead of at me.
It’s just that I don’t like the quiet. I don’t like the things I hear there.
Crazy is only crazy when it works.
I’m scared to death of you, but for a completely different reason.
You just had to be willing to let the people around you serve as supports, and take their share of it when it seemed too much, too heavy, to hold on your own.
Power always comes at the expense of others, Prosperity Redding. That is the choice you make – the knowledge you live with.
I looked up to the clouds, turning my face to the pounding rain. It looked like the sky was falling, piece by piece.
You are not alone. You aren’t, even if it feels that way sometimes. You have people who are in your corner, who care about you like crazy. Not because you forced them to feel that way but because they want to.
Certain memories trap you; you relive their thousand tiny details.
They’d be invaluable if they were willing to help. Chubs straightened his windbreaker, zipping it up with a startling amount of conviction. “I’ll go with Vida.” There was a moment of total and complete silence. “Uh, no thanks,” Vida said. “Pretty sure it would be more helpful to bring a dish towel.
Wallpaper. Decoration. Her whole life and person, whittled down to nothing. “I don’t accept that,” Etta said. I’m neither of those things. And, for the record, neither are you.
The scars of what had happened were still there, not glued together to try to minimise the appearance of them, but glowing with thin rivulets of gold – more beautiful for having once been broken.