In my very limited experience I’ve already found that people seeking power are not to be trusted.
Still, we took what we could get. We were wrapped up in each other, feeling happy and sad all at once, pretty much all the time.
You’re my best friend, Kenji. You know that, right?” “Yeah, kid.” He grins at me. “I do. And I can’t believe I got stuck with your skinny ass.
How very important and infuriating it is to have to remind a smart person not to be so stupid as to give up on themselves.
Because these words I write down are the only proof I have that I’m still alive.
Once they they’re gone, I’m left to look around and be alone with my thoughts. It’s a dangerous place to be.
He’s standing at the front door, hands shoved casually in his pockets, no fewer than six different guns pointed at his face.
I dressed the way I did not because I was trying to be a nun, but because it felt good – and because it made me feel less vulnerable in general, like I wore a kind of armor every day. It was a personal preference.
We’re going to find time for happiness. Because how can we stand against tyranny if we ourselves are filled with hate?
Such unfortunate language. Only those who cannot express themselves intelligently would resort to such crude substitutions in vocabulary.
People are so preoccupied with making sense despite it being the most uninteresting thing to manufacture.” He shook his head. “Making magic,” he said, “is far more interesting than making sense.
Different women felt comfortable in different outfits. They were all beautiful.
And I pull her in, press my forehead to hers. “Those who do not understand you,” I say softly, “will always doubt you.
She is scared and broken, yes. But she is also angrey – and stunningly beautiful. I’m certain I’ve never seen such a beautiful creature in my life.
Arrogance is false confidence. It is born from insecurity. Haider pretends to be unafraid. He pretends to be crueler than he is. He lies easily. Than makes him unpredictable and, in som ways, a more dangerous opponent. But the majority of the time his actions are inspired by fear. And that makes him weak.
I begin to wonder if it’s coincidence that the one person most unafraid to touch me is a monster himself.
I have a great fear of drowning in the ocean of my own silence.
What do I feel like? Peanut butter?
I have to get out of this room as soon as possible, or my own thoughts will wage war against me.
But one day, she swore, she’d breathe light and color back into the dimness that had diminished her life.