...real loneliness is having no one to miss. Think yourself lucky you've known something worth missing.
[...] You’re not afraid of monsters, are you?It depends on the monster, if it’s a real one or not and if it’s where I am.
They used to draw a skull at the bottom of a tankard, so when you’d drained it you’d be reminded you were going to die someday.
Their next reunion shifted like an oasis on the horizon, and Jude couldn't plot her course. She trudged through her days, haunted by the feeling that real life was happening five thousand kilometers a...
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt like.
She was with Jude so rarely that when she was, every cell of her body rang with grateful knowledge of it.
On the whole I am inclined to think that a witch should not kiss. Perhaps it is the not being kissed that makes her a witch; perhaps the source of her power is the breath of loneliness around her.
Little by little; the way out of the mine was as long as the way in.
In my experience of ward nursing, two shifts are more conducive to sleep than three. But
I think the sea’s just rain and salt.Ever taste a tear? asks Grandma.Yeah.Well, that’s the same as the sea.I still don’t want to walk in it if it’s tears.
I looked in my mirror and saw, not myself, but every place I'd never been.
I guess the time gets spread very thin likebutter over all the world, the roads and houses and playgrounds and stores, so there's only a little smear of time on each place, then everyone has to hurry...
Houses are like lots of Rooms stuck together, TV persons stay in them mostly but sometimes they go in their outsides and weather happens to them.
Change for your own sake, if you must, not for what you imagine another will ask of you.
Better to drown in the surf than stand idly on the shore.
— ¿Por qué se ha reído de que sepa todas las palabras, si yo no lo decía en broma?— le pregunto a mamá.— Ah, qué más da, siempre es bueno hacer reír a la gente
Was interesting. Is that what your ma says to say when you don’t like something? She smiles a bit. I taught her that. Is she dying by now?
You, she thought. Every flawed, scrawny,
When I was as young as you are now I learned how to save my own life.
What this good man had sworn to protect me from was not the same as what I feared. I trusted that he would never let anything hurt me, but he would never let anything touch me either.