I hate to do it.” “It won’t hurt them.” “That’s exactly why I hate to do it,” growled.
There will always be times we struggle, make bad decisions, even fail. What’s important is not that we fail, but that we learn and grow. And that we know that there is always someone out there who believes in us.
Maybe broken hearts can mend more easily than broken hands and eyes.
Your glasses are invisible, and through them you see only yourself. You must turn your lenses around. Windows, not mirrors.
When we come in, Trey is sitting up in the bed, him arm is a sling and a shadow of stubble on his face. “It’s about time,” he says. He’s got the look of a stoner on his face, and I he’s got a morphine drip going. Guess mom and Dad don’t think HE’LL get addicted. Eye roll.
What do you think?” “If I said what I thought, Samheed’s head might explode.
Sean Ranger, your poor dear sister is standing here in the lounge waiting for you, you dolt.
Meghan Gets Mad.
I don’t like having the power to take away someone’s death. It’s too much responsibility.
I know it’s hard when things like this happen. It’s painful. Sometimes we make sacrifices. Sometimes we lose dear friends whom we love deeply, and that makes us want to hold our other loved ones closer so we don’t lose them, too.
But everything came flooding back too fast. Meghan was still unconscious, Sam and Lani were still missing, Simber was still at the bottom of the ocean, and Mr. Today.
Nobody takes that boat out forrr months, and now all of a sudden everrrybody needs it.” Alex.
Maybe I am insane. Maybe I really am.
The squirrelicorns contained their horror like professionals and confirmed that they understood completely.
These items make up my existence. The library tells my story, the mastodon my mistakes, the ship my discoveries and my abilities to make old things new without magic, and the whale... my limitations, I suppose.
Great protuberating conch shells!
We’re awesome,” he said finally. “I’m smiling because we are awesome.
Maybe you could keep him away from the breakables, eh?” “Maybe I could let him crrrush you into tiny bits,” Simber.
Hard stuff forces you to grow up fast...
I’d rather die fighting to keep us free to do as we wish, fighting to be free to come and go as we please, fighting so we no longer need to hide. Fighting the fear that all of you were programmed since birth to have. Fighting against Quill’s bigotry, which says brains and brawn are better, or more important, than creativity. And now, with luck, we may have a chance. A chance to prove ourselves.