Don’t play to your strengths,” Jess told her. “Strengthen your weaknesses.
Let houses burn, as long as you are together. Nothing else matters but love.
Some people you don’t walk away from.
People like to say that cameras don’t lie, but they can. And when they do, everyone believes.
But Sam doesn’t need to be my therapy, or my life preserver, or my rescuer. I have to be all those things for myself if a marriage between us is ever going to work.
Normal life. Comfortable life. Not perfect, of course. Nobody had a perfect marriage, did they?
She felt like there was light dripping from her fingertips. Spilling out of her toes. She felt full of light, in fact, warm buttery sunlight.
He and his mother weren’t close and never had been, really. In this, as in so much else in his life, Jess was alone.
A petty kind of power is still power.
When all the world is a lock, boy, you don’t make a key. You become a key.
The Great Library may have once been a boon, but what is it today? What does it give us? It suppresses! It stifles! You, sir, do you own a book? No, sir, not a blank, filled only with what they want you to read... a real book, an original work, in the hand of the writer? The library owns our memories, yet you cannot own your own books! Why? Why do they fear it? Why do they fear to allow you the choice?
Everybody gets mean stuff on the Internet, Mom. You shouldn’t take it so seriously. Just ignore them. They’ll go away.” That, I think, is a maddening thing to say on so many levels. As if the Internet is a fantasy world, inhabited by imaginary people.
I’m not one of those jackasses who feel the need to strap an AR15 to their back to pick up groceries; those people live in a dystopian fantasy where they’re the heroes in a world full of threats.
He’d been happier in abandoned places, so long as they were quiet and had enough light to read by.
NBD, I know, stands for no big deal.
Mark this well: the brave never die, for we remember.
I’m too broken to be broken anymore.
It is a terrible arrogance to think that there are any of humankind who are better or worse, or worthy or not.
Someday, the stars will reach back.
Mortals simply aren’t what they used to be,” he said. “A thousand years ago, you would have bartered your immortal soul for a crust of stale bread. Now I can’t even get you to gamble at all, even for your freedom.