I can’t trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I’m not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either.
He’s the kind of liar who totally forgets what he told you the last time, but he believes every single lie with such conviction that sometimes he can convince you of it.
I need you to be happy. I need one of us to be happy.
What an author doesn’t know could fill a book.
She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone – desire so acute that it became despair.
And if I wanted to kill myself, I wouldn’t throw myself off a roof. And if I was going to throw myself off a roof, I would put on some pants before I did it.
Kaye: You know what the sun looks like? Janet: No, What? Kaye: Like he slit his wrists in a bathtub and the blood is all over the water. Janet: That’s gross, Kaye. Kaye: And the moon is just watching. She’s just watching him die. She must have driven him to it.
She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she’ll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.
This is the part in the movie where that guy says, “Zombies? What zombies?” just before they eat his brains. I don’t want to be that guy.
The more powerful you become, the more others will find ways to master you. They’ll do it through those you love and those you hate. They will find the bit and the bridle that fits your mouth and will make you yield.
They say that nameless things change constantly – that names fix them in place like pins.
You have a real talent for getting your ass kicked.
Flattery will get you everywhere,” Sam says, “Except, apparently, off a roof.
Can’t get away from your own self.
You’re yourself,” Tana said, grinning. “More purely yourself than anyone I know. And if you can’t see who that is anymore, then see yourself the way I see you.
Farewell, Father,” she said. He fell back upon his chair, choking. She laughed, not with mirth or even mockery, but something that was closer to a sob. “You crafted me so sharp, I cut even myself.
There is nothing for her beyond those gates,” Gavriel said. “Do you think to bring her along like a talisman to remind you of your humanity? Or do you think sharing your damnation will lighten the burden of it?
Really it was a pretty good talk. About the best I could expect from my sociopath amnesiac jerk of an older brother.
I consider kissing her right there on the dirty couch, but self-preservation stops me. Once someone hurts you, it’s harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn’t stop you wanting them. Sometimes I actually think it makes the wanting worse.
Books were something that happened to readers. Readers were the victims of books.