Nightmares aren’t frightening once you wake up.
Tota est scientia.
Run first, mourn later.
It began to feel almost benign, these calm days in the sun.
And most of all, it’s such a young male thing to say, this automatic assumption of safety. Women, even girls of Lanny’s age, don’t think that way. Parents don’t. Older people don’t. It reveals a certain blind, entitled ignorance to how dangerous the world really is.
So we must acknowledge that knowledge is ever expanding, ever changing, and so we must also change with it.
There’s nothing quite as scorching as a teenager’s contempt. It has a breathless sting, and it lingers for a very long time.
I don’t read Latin!” “You’re kidding. I thought all geniuses read Latin. Isn’t that the international language for smart people?
Don’t go all unicorns pooping rainbows on us.
This is a day he will remember: a good day. It’s one of those memories that will pave the way to better things for him.
What we have is real love, but real love is messy and complicated. How can it not be, with our history?
Jess understood, at a very fundamental level, that when he’d seen that book being destroyed, he’d seen a light pass out of the world.
And girls are much more mature.” Eve nodded wisely. “So you’re about ten years older than Shane, then.
It isn’t fair, or right, but it’s dreadfully human, the way we tear each other apart.
The reading of all good books is like conversation with the finest men of the past centuries.
She was also wearing vampire bunny slippers. Myrnin had given them each a pair for Christmas, since they’d all found his so hilarious, and as Eve marched toward Claire, the rabbit slippers’ mouths flapped up and down, their red tongues flashing and plush teeth biting the ground.
Jess.” Khalila drew his gaze back to her. “What is it Scholar Wolfe used to tell us? ‘Anything is possible. The impossible just takes longer.
We allow brushes of hands without flinching, smiles without premeditation. It feels real. It feels solid. I finally begin to feel fully human.
In bocca al lupo’ ‘Crepi il lupo.
I’m not that woman anymore. In fact, I can hardly recognize her now, that weak creature who’d submitted, pretended, smoothed over every ripple of trouble that rose.