Our masterpieces are Shakespeare and Jane Austen and griots and Murasaki Shikibu, but they’re also J.K. Rowling and Chuck Palahnuik and Douglas Adams and Amy Tan and Suzanne Collins and Chinua Achebe....
Is almost a good enough reason for fear ?
I never knew how easy it is to escape if you don't mind leaving nearly everything behind.
I can see, for just a moment, his beating heart in his ribcage, and then that, too, withers and dies, the useless, blackened lump tapping against his ribs before plopping out of his body.
A good book will give you answers to questions you didn't know you had. A great book will give you questions to answers you thought you knew.
That’s why people are being murdered! Because we aren’t protecting them! No. My voice is calm and sure. People are getting murdered because there’s a murderer.
You never know all of a person; you only know them in a specific moment of time.
The three hardest parts of writing a novel are writing the beginning, the middle, and the end.
Of everyone on this ship, even the frozen bodies of my parents, Elder's the only one who handed me truth and waited for me to accept it.
Nuestros labios se encuentran. Su boca sabe a cosas que no tienen sabor: calidez, vida, verdad, bondad, amor.
Maybe being alone in the sea, with its unexplored depths, its clawing-finger waves, really is safer compared to the land, where there are people and malice and death.
Like walking through water.Like drowning.
It's Elder who's my safe place. Elder's my home.
If we don't have that, what do we have to live for? Does it matter if it's a lie if it keeps us alive?
Holding Amy against me, I realize the simple truth is that power isn't control at all - power is strength, and giving that strength to others.
But why run? Run where? What's the point?Seems silly, running.May as well stand here.And wait.The world seems slow.
And this is what she wants to do to people. Let them have their own lives, until she wants them. Give them the strength of giants, but not the power to control it.
Words are powerful things. They can start—or end—wars. People believe in words. They are the fundamental expression of ourselves, the division between human and not, the means by which we learn. And w...
She grips my elbow tighter, somehow finding the thinnest skin to dig her fingernails into. I want to pry her fingers from my arm, but when I look down at her, I can tell she’s using me as a lifeline,...
Prefiero morir rápidamente con el sabor de la libertad en los labios que hacerme vieja tratando de ignorar los muros que me aprisionan.