We’re too busy being special.
That girl in the painting looks so fierce, so strong. I want her to be the truth of me.
And even though her journal was just random sentences, she did spin stories in my head. The sound of her voice made dreams happen.
I wonder if she ever wants to trade lives with me, if only for the chance to punch something.
Yeah, you should have seen your face. Actually, I should have seen your face. Stupid sneak suits.
Maybe they didn’t want you to realize that every civilization has its weakness. There’s always one thing we depend on.
He took his own saber by the blade and handed it to Alek, pommel first, as if offering it to a victor.
Don’t. Shoot. The air is full of hydrogen!
Fun fact: there are also 3,000 varieties of pears. That’s right. Even PEARS are more complicated than you thought!
We don’t have to look like everyone else... and act like everyone else. We’ve got a choice. We can grow up any way we want... It’s about becoming what I want to become, not what some surgical committee thinks I should.
Everyone in the world was programmed by the place they were born, hemmed in by their beliefs, but you had to at least try to grow your own brain. Otherwise, you might as well be living on a reservation, worshipping a bunch of bogus gods.
Makes perfect sense. In a problematic way. But life is problematic, so novels must be too.
She had changed the arc of her own story, merely by typing a couple of thousand words each day for thirty days.
Over his years of helping runaways to find the Smoke, David had encountered wild animals, forest fires, and bio-engineered poisonous plants. But nothing was more dangerous than a city afraid of change.
A country with two kings will always falter.
Novelists are evil psychopomps, basically. We treat a few characters as real, but the rest of them are cannon fodder.
There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion. – Francis Bacon, Essays, Civil and Moral, “Of Beauty.
I thought when he learned my secret, he would understand the ally I could be. But instead, he doesn’t even know who I am.
You should make sure that the quotable lines of dialogue in your book never exceed a hundred and forty characters!” seemed.
Their bodies fit perfectly like this, two continents pulled eons ago but now rejoined.