What we achieve at our best moment doesn’t say much about who we are. It all boils down to what we become at our worst moment.
I want to be Jericho Barrons when I grow up.
Holy psychotic PCs, Robin, we’ve a murderous MacBook on the loose!
Pessimists are only pessimists when they’re wrong. When we’re right, the world calls us prophets.
Then we’re on the same page. Same paragraph, same sentence,” I snapped. “Same bloody word,” he agreed flatly.
I love you more eternal than pi.
When you love too hard, you can lose the will to live without them. Everywhere you look is a great big sucking absence of what you once had and will never have again. And life gets weirdly flat and too sharp and painful at the same time, and nothing feels right and everything cuts.
Things never stop going wrong. Life isn’t about waiting for peace to arrive, it’s about learning to thrive in the midst of war. There’s always another one on the way.
Whatever happened to the good old days when books just got along, cozied up together on bookshelves, hanging out, waiting to be read?
Maybes are anchors you chain to your own feet. Right before you leap off the boat into the ocean.
Boundaries were necessary for a successful relationship. Most relationships aborted in the boundary-defining stage. Not because people demanded what they needed. But because they didn’t, then got resentful about it.
Life is a gift. You fight to keep it. You never quit. Never.
Sometimes when really bad things happen, you put them in a box and never look at them again because they’ll cost you the rest of your life. Some wounds never heal. You excise the savaged flesh and become the next thing.
Ryodan says softly, “Holy strawberries, Dani, we’re in a jam.
She was a fool. She wept like a helpless child that night at Chester’s while the entire club watched. Not because you broke her finger or threatened her but because you were alive and she was that happy to see you. She was always happy to see you. She lit up inside. You lost her. You let her be lost.
He’d told me once that fear was more than a wasted emotion, it was the ultimate set of blinders; that if I couldn’t face the truth of my reality, I could never control it, and would be subject to the wishes of anyone whose will was stronger than mine. He knew too well, from battling his own inner monster, what I’ve come to fathom only here and now. The most critical, defining battles we wage in life, we wage alone. Against ourselves.
Hate eats the hater.
Churches crack me up. They’re like money, a conspiracy of faith. Like everyone agreed to believe that not only is there a God, but he comes down and checks on folks, so long as they hang in certain places, put up alters, burn lots of candles and incense, and perform sit-stand-kneel and other wacky rituals that’d make a coven of witches not look OCD.
Hope builds a stairway to Heaven. Fear opens an abyss to Hell.
He breaks off and looks at Ryodan. “I think we better show her. Telling her doesn’t seem to be working. I thought you said she was smart.” “I took Barrons’s word for it.” “Apparently he was misinformed,” Dancer says.