The atmosphere felt unexpectedly intense and the music was frantic. The beat made it both difficult to think straight and pleasant to move – like swimming almost.
She'd whisper to me to take my tiny piece of happiness, hold its honey in my mouth until it melts away.
Three lights should be fine." - Zachary "Aye, well if it wis me, I'd want a bloody lighthoose beacon comin' oot o' my arse." - True MacDonald
The sociopaths, that's the real problem. The whole street demeanor is about pretending to be a sociopath as well, so that the real ones can't find you.
It was as if the future were a treacly adhesive fluid that had been spilt all over the present, so that everything he touched made his fingers too sticky to be of the slightest use.
The Written Word is a Fairy, as mocking and elusive as Willy Wisp, speaking lying words to us in a feigned voice. So let all readers of books take warning!
The idea that people who guarded you could also be the people that you needed guarding from was nothing anyone should have to learn.
Zip it kiddo. Don't ever admit you know a thing about cooking or it'll be used against you later in life.
Over time, we would learn each other, and I would learn to love her like a mother loves a daughter, imperfectly and without roots.
In the end, I will have to make a choice about how to tell my story....There has to be a moment of going forward, when all the possibilities are left behind.
But people in masks were always assholes. It was a scientific law. Give someone anonymity and all social niceties break down. The Internet had proven that.
You might have liked the United States more,”” she said. “They’ve got more stuff. And if your spaceship is broken, they can probably fix it better.
Real strength isn’t control. It’s knowing when to let go.
Every act of loving affirms the goodness of the lover just because he is capable of loving and being loved.
You lose a wallet or keys or something and you notice in a second, but your life can go missing and you don't even know it.
I loved her for what I couldn't understand about her. Love searches for the mystery in the beloved, seeks the unknowable.
Suffering, he thought later, could rob a man of his empathy, could turn him selfish, could make him depreciate all other sufferers.
We observe that one of the great attributes of discretion is that it can mask ignorance of all the most common and lowly varieties, and Walter Moody was nothing if not excessively discreet.
Yes, they mean well, but the only good that an absence of malice guarantees is a clear conscience.
It's just I'd rather sleep through the days so I'll be awake for the nights, when the boys are out.
I am, at this moment, what I have always been to him: an object of beauty. He has never loved me as a woman.
