Every week I will pick a quote from a book I read, am reading, or that is my favourite, and share it with you all through this post.
“The rules took a while to sort out. Lena and Carmen wanted to focus on friendship-type rules, stuff about keeping in touch with one another over the summer, and making sure the Pants kept moving from one girl to the next. Tibby preferred to focus on random things you could and couldn’t do in the Pants — like picking your nose.”
“It’s not like I ever thought I’d live forever – or wanted to – but it had never occurred to me that I might die before I’d lived.”
Chief Nudd turned his head. Cole looked up.
At the end of the platform stood Fable, her jaw squared and hands clenched fists.
“Fable, no!” the queen yelled.
And then Fable punched the universe.
“You couldn’t keep sidling up to death and dipping your toe in. Eventually it grabbed your ankle and tried to pull you under.”
“He wanted to care, he wanted to care so badly, but there was this gap between what he felt and what he wanted to feel, a space where something important had been carved out.”
“Thank you Jonah.”
He lowers his head at the break in my voice. I ignore the moisture in his eyes and pretend that mine don’t sting.
“For what?” he whispers.
“For showing me that people can change. Even if it is one person out of a million.”
The tiny gangsters chasing us reach the alley mouth, filling the air with the BAMF! BAMF! of their disruptor blasts. The whoosh of charged particles rushes past my ear. We skid behind a dumpster full of discarded machine parts, looking for some kind of cover.
“I told you this was a bad idea!” Scarlett gasps.
“And I told you I don’t have bad ideas!” I shout, kicking through a doorway.
“Oh no?” she asks, cracking off a shot at our pursuers.
“No!” I drag her inside. “Just less amazing ones!”
“People sent me get well soon cards while I was in a mental hospital. There were fluffy little bunnies, floaty rainbows, and even a religious card. I could understand that Hallmark probably doesn’t make “Get Sane Soon” cards, but still. Was I not well before? Am I well now? Who decides?”
“Because that’s what being dead means,” Andy says. “It’s the zenith of ‘never’. Never again, never this, never that. You don’t come back from never. You can’t enjoy never. You just sit there, not existing, not listening to your favorite songs or eating you favorite foods. Never.”
“One of the lambs fixed its attention on Jared. “Baa,” it flirted.
“Boo,” said Jared.
“Oh my God, Jared. Don’t tough-talk the lambs.”
“It was giving me a funny look.”