What was amazing to Sam – and what became a theme of the games he would go on to make with Sadie – was how quickly the world could shift. How your sense of self could change depending on your location. As Sadie would put it in an interview with.
But Sadie knew it was easy to get addicted to the taste of your own carnage.
I love you,” Daedalus said. “It is hard for me to say, because sometimes it doesn’t seem like it is enough.
How much of your life had been a roll of the big polyhedral die in the sky?
To make a game is to imagine the person playing it.
The universe, he felt, was just – or if not just, fair enough.
I have found that the most intimate relationships allow for a great deal of privacy within them.
You are American, Japanese, Korean and by being all of those things, you are not truly any of those things.
Winning is accepting that there are some races a person cannot win.
I fail in my work every day, but I keep turning over the problems until I’m not failing anymore. But public failures are different, it’s true.” “So, what do I do?” she asked. “You go back to work. You take advantage of the quiet time that a failure allows you. You remind yourself that no one is paying any attention to you and it’s a perfect time for you to sit down in front of your computer and make another game. You try again. You fail better.
The awareness gave him pause: perhaps a funny-looking mixed-race kid could exist at the center of the world, not just on its periphery.
And yet, in K-town, he felt more Korean than he ever had before. Or to put a finer point on it, he felt more aware of the fact that he was a Korean and that that was not necessarily a negative or even a neutral fact about him. The awareness gave him pause: perhaps a funny-looking mixed-race kid could exist at the center of the world, not just on its periphery.
This is what time travel is. It’s looking at a person, and seeing them in the present and the past, concurrently.
As he rounded Kennedy Street, he began to chant to himself a poem that he had heard once, he wasn’t sure where. “That love is all there is; is all we know of love. It is enough; the freight should be proportioned to the groove.
But the best thing Marx did for them was this: He believed in them.
Sadie knew there was probably some message in this for her, but she couldn’t be bothered to decipher it. It made her feel egomaniacal and ungenerous to think this way, but wasn’t there always some game Sam was playing?
Alice was clever, but she had the kind of cleverness that verged on the unkind, and this had only gotten worse in the years since she had been diagnosed with leukemia. Sadie didn’t want Sam viewed through her sister’s acute and often unforgiving lens.
Sam was leaning on his good foot, in the increasingly lopsided way he had to stand, and Sadie felt a swelling of love and of worry for him – what was the difference in the end? It was never worth worrying about someone you didn’t love. And it wasn’t love if you didn’t worry.
They had become instant best friends in the way people can in their twenties.
What’s better than work?” He paused. “What’s worse than work?