Those who really love you don't mean to hurt you and if they do, you can't see it in their eyes but it hurts them too.
Have I told you how hideous you look tonight?” Cardan asks, leaning back in the elaborately carved chair, the warmth of his words turning the question into something like a compliment. “No” I say, glad to be annoyed back into the present. “Tell me.
Changing is what people do when they have no options left.
I need you to be happy. I need one of us to be happy.
I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life and start figuring out the one I have.
I can learn to live with guilt. I don't care about being good.
People said that video games were bad because they made you numb to death, made you register entrails splattering across a screen as a sign of success. In that moment, Val thought that the real problem with games was that the player was suppossed to try everything. If there was a cave, you went in it. If there was a mysterious stranger, you talked to him. If there was a map, you followed it. But in games, you had a hundred million billion lives and Val only had this one.
The moment she was cursed, I lost her. Once it wears off- soon- she will be embarrassed to remember things that she said, things she did, things like this. No matter how solid she feels in my arms, she is made of smoke.
Yeah, the whole family knows. It's no big deal. One night at dinner I said, 'Mom, you know the forbidden love that Spock has for Kirk? Well, me too.' It was easier for her to understand that way.
The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.
Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.
This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.
If curiosity killed the cat, it was satisfaction that brought it back.
Wisdom is for the meek,” he returns. “And it seldom helps them as much as they believe it will. After all, as wise as you are, you still married Locke. Of course, perhaps you are wiser than even that—perhaps you’re so wise you made yourself a widow, too.
By you, I am forever undone.
I think of his riddle. How do people like us take off our armor? One piece at a time.
She tastes like every dark thought I've ever had.
One fine day, in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other. They pulled out their swords and shot one another. One deaf cop, on the beat heard the noise, and came and shot the two dead boys.
Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.
I will guard you from Death, for I have no fear of him.
