I like cats as much as the next person, in the right quantity.
This girl from nowhere. This Amy NLN. Who was alpha, who omega? Who the beginning and who the end?
Events grabbed hold of you and in the blink of an eye there you were, with sore knees and a sour stomach and a face in the mirror your barely recognized, wondering how all of it had happened. If that was really your life. The.
Look at me, and what do you see? Do I not take the form of a man? Do I not feel as you do, suffer as you do, love as you do, mourn as you do? What is the essence of a man, if not these things?
In the past, when she’d looked at her reflection, she had still seen the little girl she’d once been; the woman in the mirror had still been an extension of her girlhood self. Now it was the future she saw. The wrinkles would deepen; her skin would sag; the lights of her eyes would dim. Her youth was fading, easing into the past.
All night his mind seemed to skip over the surface of sleep like a stone upon water, never quite breaking the skin. As.
It was a debt that Peter could never fully repay: the debt of borrowed courage.
It was love, and only love, that opened your eyes.
Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand – once passed, I thought, time was all the same, all over.
What is left when there is no love? A rope and rock.
Everything got blended together. A sensation like pain – only worse, because it wasn’t a pain in your body; the pain was in your mind and your mind was you. You were pain itself.
All those years, waiting for the Army, and it turns out the Army is us.
It’s love that enslaves us.
To know and be known: that was the final desire, the heart of love.
She thought she should take a moment to pray. But, as she was holding a loaded rifle, conventional prayer did not seem entirely suitable. Sister Peg hoped that God would help her, but it was her belief that He much preferred for people to attend to themselves. Life was a test; it was up to you to pass it or not. She raised the gun to her clavicle and angled one eye down the length of the barrel.
It wasn’t a small thing, to love a person.
But I did what I thought was right in the moment. In the end, that’s all a man has to measure his life, and it’s plenty.
We made war on the planet, and the planet fought back.
That was when you got to actually liking people, which was a problem. Things fell apart fast after that.
She thought she’d hate it, this huge, faceless city far from home, but the opposite was true: she felt nothing but relief. The heedless sprawl of Denver, its chaotic snarl of subdivisions and freeways; the openness of the high plains and the indifferent mountains; the way people talked to each other, easily, without pretense, and the fact that nearly everyone was from somewhere else: exiles, like her.