Ever since Sincere died, I’ve been meaning to have meaning. Her love was the one thing that made me want to do other things, and without it I’m thingless.
The universe had an odd sense of fairness; it took away things one did not want to give up, and then gave things one did not ask for.
She was a wicked thing sometimes. All full of want. As if the shape of the world depended on her mood. As if she were important.
Villains and plots and enemies are simple things to me. But friendships are complicated, and love is harder still. It has wounded me deeper than a sword ever could.
Thinking about such things soothed the creature as it dug at the base of a tall oak tree, deep into the ground, covering itself with dirt and leaves and moss; hiding, healing, waiting.
She was not vain enough to work her will against the world. But she could use the things the world had given her.
Sometimes I think things happen for a reason... And I think if we're meant to run into each other again, fate will make it happen.
Tiny-perhaps." Rovender kept his eyes fixed on the rings. "Insignificant-never, Eva Nine. No living thing is insignificant.
Computers are quiet and clean and totally distracting because the Internet is there, lying in wait for a moment of weakness to pounce on your creativity and progress.
Unfortunately, most people never observe the natural cycle of birth and death. They do not realize that for one living thing to survive, another living thing must die.
Then he kissed her without breathing, without thinking. He kissed her until his entire body was tingling from the taste of her.
I don't pray because it doesn't work. Prayer doesn't fix anything. Bad things happen anyway.
They are not working in sync. Working on the same thing at the same time is not as effective as working on the same thing a the same time with the same strategy.
It’s not until you’re older that you realise how important the things that happened to you when you were a kid are. Even things you only half remember.
There are horrors beyond life's edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man's evil prying calls them just within our range.
Yup, believe it: I was born on March 28, yet my name is April.
Now, women forget all the things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.
And the more I considered Christianity, the more I found that while it had established a rule and order, the chief aim of of that order was to give room for good things to run wild.
Children. For all of the times that you miss out on things you'd like to do because of them, there are an equal number of excuses they offer to get out of things you'd like to miss.
Therefore, to maximize your productivity, deliberately focus on precisely one thing at a time.
For those who like that sort of thing," said Miss Brodie in her best Edinburgh voice, "That is the sort of thing they like.
