These are the little things that people should really appreciate, simple pleasures.
Here, falling in love can be an event, a proclamation without acknowledging that everyone you love could die an awful death, that loving someone is an acceptance of impending loss.
I’d always wanted to know what it was like. Happiness.
The sky is a bruise, only a storm will heal it.
To know someone, to be known. That matters more than he’d ever thought it would.
There are always rumors, and there are always secrets. And secrets within secrets. They protect us. The truth can be manipulated. But we live within a secret within a secret within a secret within a secret.
The dirt,” he says, his voice strangely peaceful. “What about it?” she asks. “It’s dirty.
Is he blaming her? Does he think she led on El Captain or was having a relationship with him at the same time as Bradwell? She turns and wals, unsteadily, along the walls of the airship, to the door in the cabin, now almost overhead, that leads outside.
A wave could crash down on an individual and sweep them out to sea. But if we stand together, we buoy up and then down. It’s but a ripple.
It’s not the first time in his life he’s felt like a man.
And now I live with that sin of cowardice on my face forever.
My memories will be erased and then I’ll be force-fed the story from the society pages?
I don’t know you. That’s the problem.
All this time, you’ve been lying to me!
A good novel doesn’t just transcend the boundaries of its target market – it knows nothing about target markets.