We didn’t Make this World we’re just the Poor Fools who are living in it.
Its the fate of all creators: They fall in love with their creations.
Sometimes, if I really strain my brain, I can do multiplication.
No, I love watching autopsies of disgusting mutant monsters.
No one vinces me, baby.
The light of day showed you the limits of possibility. But walk through the dark, the absolute, total darkness, and the possibilities were limitless.
Fear was about possibilities. Not things that happened. Things that might.
No you sick, stupid creep, I love you. I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t. You’re sick inside, Caine, sick! But I love you. – Diana.
So, Diana thought, that was the bait she had to lay out for Jack. Of course. What else? He might lust for Diana, and long for Brianna, but Jack’s true love was made of silicon.
Welcome to Perdido beach, where our motto is: Radiation, what radiation?
I had a polynomial once. My doctor removed it.
One minute the teacher was talking about the Civil War. And the next minute he was gone. There. Gone. No ‘poof.’ No flash of light. No explosion.
He didn’t mind if she hated him. They were never going to be a cute romantic couple like Sam and Astrid. Clean-cut, righteous, all that. The perfect couple. He and Diana were the imperfect couple.
It was a sphincter at the top of a black bowl. A fitting commentary on the FAYZ, Diana thought. A giant sphincter.
Numbers still gave Astrid pleasure. That was the great thing about numbers: it required no faith to believe that two plus two equaled four. And math never, ever condemned you for your thoughts and desires.
She was no longer theirs. She was his. And he was hers. And this was their world.
So many things I’m not, and so few things I am.
The bringer of fear was afraid.
Caine met Diana’s disbelieving gaze and laughed aloud. “Why so gloomy? Doesn’t every little girl want to grow up to be a queen?” “Princess,” Diana said. “So, you got a promotion,” Caine said.
You cant be trapped by other people you can only be trapped by your fear, defy and win!