When things are bad, change is good, right? Change means things will get better.
But our strength should not diminish yours. It makes us all powerful, together.
I carry the truth within myself, future and past, inseparable.
Well, I mean, just the sight of something awful and incomprehensible isn’t going to send me off frothing at the mouth,” Veneza says. It’s nonchalant, but there is a shaken note to her voice nonetheless. “I’m from Jersey.
I don’t doubt your love,” she said. “You are a man made for love, I think. Your eyes make me want to die, there’s so much love in them. But it isn’t real. Real love lasts years. It causes pain, and endures through it.
You’re very optimistic for a possible serial killer. I like that about you.
But I got better. I had some friends slap sense into me, and I listened when they did.
He smiles with half his mouth and neither of his eyes.
Now she has someone who believes in her, trusts her, fights for her, as she is. So she will be what she is.
He is a beautiful failure.
Manny’s been in New York for less than an hour and yet he knows, he knows, that cities are organic, dynamic systems. They are built to incorporate newness. But some new things become part of a city, helping it grow and strengthen – while some new things can tear it apart.
You meet those eyes and realize, suddenly, that there’s so little left in you which is capable of fear.
You’re a gift of the earth – but Father Earth hates us, never forget, and his gifts are neither free nor safe.
But this is no awkward dystopia, where all are forced to conform.
This is stonelore: Honor in safety, survival under threat. Better a living coward than a dead hero.
Innocence is nothing but a ceremony, after all. So strange that you people venerate it the way you do. What other world celebrates not knowing anything about how life really works?
This is just how life is supposed to be: terrible and brief and ending in – if you’re lucky – oblivion.
Not all of the stares were kind. I inclined my head to them anyhow. Their pettiness was not mine.
I don’t know how I feel about a canon anymore... The sheer volume of books that exist out there means that a canon is no longer possible.
Innocence is nothing but a ceremony, after all.