A trap is only a trap if you don't know about it. If you know about it, it's a challenge.
Scars are not injuries, Tanner Sack. A scar is a healing. After injury, a scar is what makes you whole.
In time, in time they tell me, I'll not feel so bad. I don't want time to heal me. There's a reason I'm like this. I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won't smooth you away. I can't say goodbye.
The dead are way more organized than the living.
Part of the appeal of the fantastic is taking ridiculous ideas very seriously and pretending they're not absurd.
We would never call inexplicable little insights 'hunches,' for fear of drawing the universe's attention. But they happened, and you knew you had been in the proximity of one that had come through if you saw a detective kiss his or her fingers and touch his or her chest where a pendant to Warsha, patron saint of inexplicable inspirations, would, theoretically, hang.
The summer stretched out the daylight as if on a rack. Each moment was drawn out until its anatomy collapsed. Time broke down. The day progressed in an endless sequence of dead moments.
Any moment called now is always full of possibles.
Shadows fell on them like predators as the light went out.
Books are always obviously having conversations with other books, and some times they're amiable and sometimes not.
