It could not just be mundanity and humans, because that felt wrong, like he had been made for something different, like he would always be seeking something more but never finding it.
Was Adam injured, was he bored with Ronan, did he prefer the company of his urbane new friends, calm down, Ronan, stop being needy, Ronan, get yourself together, Ronan, you’re always the car crash, Ronan.
A sword is never a killer; it is a tool in the killer’s hand.
And on the seventh day, the Lynch brothers discovered they were friends once more.
Dudifer, you are saddest dude I have ever met.” Matthew told him. “It’s like you’re always wet. Seems to me that if I had to learn to be sad, you have to learn to be happy. Why don’t you draw a, I dunno, chinchilla or something, instead of that, uh, thing. Not that its not good.” ”What’s a chinchilla?” “You’re sort of a funny person,” Matthew told him. “You know a lot of stuff but you’re also pretty stupid.
She didn’t want this, she thought. She wanted to stop being afraid... and she wanted a future that didn’t look exactly like her past. There had to be something they could do. This wasn’t living, it was just giving up while still breathing.
This world was broken, Declan thought. It was broken and could not be fixed. He thought, And I never actually lived either.
I had hoped her behavior was more of an act,” Machkowsky said. “Performance art. I’m sorry. That must have been difficult.
The world shouts at you. The waking world, the dreaming world. You don’t have to listen to it, but you do. And until you learn to shout louder than it, we’re going to keep having this happen.
Ilidorin. It sounded like a name that belonged with Greywaren.
Sometimes it wasn’t about saving yourself, it was about holding out for long enough until someone else could save you.
Reality was harder to define now.
No one wanted to be the only man left awake.
God had not yet answered, but Ronan respected the reticence. Fathers were not always there. They had other things to do.
When Adam kissed him it was every mile per hour Ronan had ever gone over the speed limit. It was every window-down, goose-bumps-on-skin, teeth-chattering-cold night drive.
Tyrian Purple. A historical pigment, nearly impossible to get. It was made from excreted dye of sea snails such as the Purpura lapillus. Snails were ill-motivated pigment makers; it took an enornous number of them to produce even a small amount of Tyrian purple.
Aliens that we have treated very badly for a very long time. If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.
There were, Declan thought, so many damn things to be afraid of.
This version of her had not yet worked out how to like living in her own life.
She was tired because she was always tired, but she didn’t know how she would ever sleep like this.