Hiding from the truth was worse than being lied to.
Dess shook her head. “Before he walked off, Rex said for you to wait. He said it’s totally important you don’t touch Angie until he comes back. and he said that if you were a pain about it, I get to hit you with that.” She pointed to where the darkling had flung Flabbergasted Supernumerary Mathematician, its tip blackened by ichor and fire. “So, go ahead.
You don’t know what it’s like, when your best friend disappears.
The best way to know a city is to eat it.
Just remember, the things we write, they aren’t always really us.
Being fathomed was even better than being flattered, it turned out.
In a novel you always knew the moment when something Happened, when someone Changed. But real life was full of gradual, piecemeal, continuous transformation. It was full of accidents and undefineables, and things that just happened on their own. The only certainty was ‘It’s complicated,’ whether or not unicorns tolerated your touch.
First love is amazing and wonderful, but a kind of panic underlies it, a sense of not knowing what you’re doing.
Wisdom tells me i’m nothing, love tells me I’m everything.
Sleep is a little slice of death.
This beauty would remain whether he was here to see it or not.
She was a soldier, not some girl twisting her skirts at a village dance.
Sometimes the thoughts in my head get so bored they go out for a stroll through my mouth. This is rarely a good thing.
Once there was a girl named Riley, the story began. Her heart was a secret garden, its stone walls cracked and weathered. And it was hungry. p160.
Alek coughed politely, “If I promise to avoid funny business, could you perhaps remove this knife from my throat?
Her parents didn’t understand that braille meant big clunky books that marked you as different, while audiobooks live invisibly on your phone and text-to-speech gave you the whole damn internet.
The universe is math on fire.
Blurbs don’t work anymore!” was another. “You should make sure that the quotable lines of dialogue in your book never exceed a hundred and forty characters!” seemed at best debatable.
By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower. – Rabindranath Tagore, “Stray Birds.
If a meteor falls in the forest and no one realizes it, does it end the war?