The two of them were stoic and stone-faced and ten feet apart, currently not even looking at each other, but Zuzana had the impression of a pair of magnets pretending not to be magnets. Which, you know, only works until it doesn’t.
It was interesting the way a small hate could grow inside a big hate and take it over.
It didn’t escape Karou’s notice that he found subtle ways of touching her.
Anyone who would wear all white like that clearly had issues. Just looking at him made her wish she had a paintball gun, but hell, you couldn’t pack for every eventuality.
Scientist and smart fellow learner-of-stuff, want to do samurai-monster training with us? We intend to become dangerous.
It was the first time either of them had ever held another’s hand, and for them alone, the immensity of what unfolded that night was overshadowed by the perfect wonderment of fingers intertwined – as though this was what hands had always been for, and not for holding weapons at all.
Happiness wasn’t a mystical place to be reached or won – some bright terrain beyond the boundary of misery, a paradise waiting for them to find it – but something to carry doggedly with you through everything, as humble and ordinary as your gear and supplies.
Life doesnt need magic to be magical.
Cake for later, cake as a way of life.
Karou wasn’t a prize to win; that wasn’t why he was here. She was a woman and would choose her own life. He was here to do what he could, whatever he could, that she might have a life to choose, one day. Whoever and whatever that included was her own affair.
Karou’s smile was pure; she was happy to give happiness.
I’m lucky I’m even alive,” she announced. “When I was little, I sucked on duck eyeballs.
We can’t expect the world to be better than we make it.
I feel liquefied, like a cucumber forgotten in the crisper drawer, and I want to hold myself at arm’s length and carry me to the trash. Who is this sack of slush masquerading as me? It’s intolerable.
Te has preguntado alguna vez si son los monstruos los que provocan la guerra, o si es la guerra la que genera monstruos.
There are maps in me but I am lost, and there are skies in me but they are dead.
When he started to renew his protest, she held up a hand. “What are you more afraid of: them or me with low blood sugar?
To stay true in the face of evil is a feat of strength.
The eye’s perception of texture is pale compared to the lips’, and I didn’t know what velvety was until I knew it with my lips. Oh, kissing. Oh, violin boy.
She hadn’t expected to be sorry, and at first she wasn’t. The act itself was neither disappointing nor magical; it was what it was: a new closeness. A shared secret.