She sat in the dew-damp grass and ripped up clumps of it, tossing them in the air and feeling vaguely guilty about it. Some gnome ought to pop out of the tree and scold her for torturing the lawn.
You can break a thing, but you cannot always guide it afterward into the shape you want.
Yeah, the whole family knows. It’s no big deal. One night at dinner I said, ‘Mom, you know the forbidden love that Spock has for Kirk? Well, me too.’ It was easier for her to understand that way.
I’m the best kind of thief, the kind that leaves behind items equal in value to those he’s stolen.
A girl like that, Grandad said, perfumes herself with ozone and metal filings.
I did it to get what I want. Maybe I should regret that, but I can’t. Sometimes you do the bad thing and hope for the good result.
We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be.
His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.
She didn’t know how much she’d been hoping that he still loved her, until she felt how much it hurt to realize he didn’t.
A mortal had woven it, a man who, having caught sight of the Seelie queen, had spent the remainder of his short life weaving depictions of her. He had died of starvation, raw, red fingers staining the final tapestry.
I thought you were her knight, but you have become only her woodsman – taking little girls into the forest to cut out their hearts.
She’d always been a little contemptuous of beauty, as though it was something you had to trade away some other vital thing for.
Crippled things are always more beautiful. It’s the flaw that brings out beauty.
Sam: You know what I wish? Cassel: What? Sam: That someone would covert my bed into a robot that would fight other bed robots to the death for me.
Jones looks like he wants to slug me, which is only subtly different from his usual way of looking at me like I’m a slug.
He runs to the sink to spit it out. I grin. There’s nothing quite as funny as someone else’s misery.
That’s family for you. Can’t live with them, can’t murder them.
Nobody ever really sees me the way I am, underneath everything. But she did. She does.
Ruthless. That’s my girl.
Everything was strange and beautiful and swollen with possibilities.