Every person you knew, every person you loved even, did not have to consume you for the time to have been worthwhile.
Sadie might be the kind of book that one could read many times, and always come away with something new.
He missed Sadie more than he had missed her in the years he hadn’t spoken to her, because there she was, every day. It looked like Sadie and it spoke like Sadie, but somehow it was no longer Sadie.
Samson, you are a lucky boy,′ Don Hyun said to Sam in a perfectly clear voice. ‘You have had tragedy, yes, but you have had many good friends as well.
Computers are great for experimentation, but they’re bad for deep thinking.
Sadie knew that the key to making a video game on limited resources was to make the limitations part of the style.
The alternative to appropriation is a world where white European people make art about white European people, with only white European references in it. Swap African or Asian or Latin or whatever culture you want for European. A world where everyone is blind and deaf to any culture or experience that is not their own. I hate that world, don’t you? I’m terrified of that world, and I don’t want to live in that world, and as a mixed-race person, I literally don’t exist in it.
And to see her almost made him want to cry. It was as if she were a mathematical proof that had eluded him for many years, but all at once, with fresh, well-rested eyes, the proof had a completely obvious solution. There’s Sadie, he thought. Yes.
A maze,” he would say, “is a video game distilled to its purest form.
There is a time for any fledgling artist where one’s taste exceeds one’s abilities.
On the third day, he brought a library copy of the novel Galatea 2.2, which he had recently enjoyed.
Los Angeles, especially when taken from a distance, was not a beautiful city, but she could will herself to be beautiful, if only for two weeks. Beauty, after all, is almost always a matter of angles and resolve.
Always remember, mine Sadie: life is very long, unless it is not.” Sadie knew this to be a tautology, but it also happened to be true.
Promise me you’ll always forgive me, and I promise I’ll always forgive you.” These, of course, are the kinds of vows young people feel comfortable making when they have no idea what life has in store for them.
Sam and his mother, Anna Lee, arrived in Los Angeles in July of 1984. It was the summer of the Olympics, the first Summer Olympics to be held in the United States in fifty years. The mood was hopeful and manic.
He wanted Ichigo’s life, a lifetime of endless, immaculate tomorrows, free of mistakes and the evidence of having lived.
She could feel herself forgetting all the details of Marx – the sound of his voice, the feeling of his fingers and the way they gestured, his precise temperature, his scent on clothing, the way he looked walking away, or running up a flight of stairs. Eventually, Sadie imagined that Marx would be reduced to a single image: just a man standing under a torii gate, holding his hat in his hands, waiting for her.
The child’s body moves the way a body can move before it has felt or even encountered the idea of pain.
The lines mean that one doesn’t have to be a god or a king for your life to have meaning.
Sadie felt a swelling 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.