Paradigmatica Autorevolezza Extranumerica
Novelists are evil psychopomps, basically. We treat a few characters as real, but the rest of them are cannon fodder.
Never give us what we really want. Cut the dream into pieces and scatter them like ashes. Dole out the empty promises. Package our aspirations and sell them to us, cheaply made enough to fall apart.
My whole life, I always thought that I was the only impostor. That everyone else was certain they were real in some way that I could never understand. But what if they're all just faking too? Maybe no...
Mindy had explained that a lot of things had ghosts, not just people. Animals, machines, even things as vast as a paved-over forest or as humble as the smell of good cooking could leave traces of them...
Maybe that was why she was helping Madeleine. She was a manipulative bitch, but Dess couldn't imagine living in any other reality than the one those manipulations had created. In a way, Dess owed the...
Maybe that was the point of truth-you could erase it all you wanted, and it was there was to be discovered again.
Maybe that was the point of truth--you could erase it all you wanted, and it was there to be discovered again
Maybe that is the price of loving someone: you lose your grasp of where they ended and you began.
Let me get this stright, Aya-Chan. You want me, a person who can't lie, to lie about the fact that I can't lie? -Frizz mizuno
It’s wrong to live in nature, unless you want to live like an animal.
If you see everything through hovercams and feed stories, you wind up blind to what's right in front of you.
I'm Tally Youngblood. Make me pretty. -Tally Youngblood
I can pick up the city feeds on my antenna. It said they were going to change you all. Turn you into something less dangerous. Are you still...?She gazed at him. What do you think, David?He peered int...
Frighteningly Beautiful, Dangerously Strong, Breathtakingly Fast.Face it Tally-wa you're special...
Freedom's easy to lose and hard to get back.
Fine. Seer knows best, even if he is nuts. Maybe I can stand to wait a few more... whoa. What the hell happened to my car?-Melissa
Deryn had been there every step of the way. We are connected, aren’t we? Aye, she said, still chewing. And for us to meet at all, I had to pretend to be a boy. Fancy that. Barking destiny, Bovril said...
Darcy closed her eyes. Their lips met, and she breathed in the scent of the sun-heated tar beneath them and the salt of Imogen’s skin. She felt the rumble of the traffic below traveling up through the...
Controlling someone by changing their brain is like trying to stop a hovercar by digging a ditch. If they think hard enough, they can fly right over.