Well, thanks for not shooting anyone, I guess”, said Marcus. “My contribution was to somehow refrain from peeing myself. You can thank me later.
Jayden laughed grimly. ‘Press the attack and hope for the best.”Hope is not a strategy,’ said Kira’It’s not plan A,’ said Jayden, ‘and it shouldn’t be plan B, but it is every plan C that has ever been made.
It doesn’t matter what other people think when you’re right – John Cleaver
Sow a thought and reap an action, sow an action and reap a habit, sow a habit and reap a destiny – John Cleaver
The most important thing you can ever know, is that whatever your purpose is, that’s not your only choice.
It’s just one thing after another. Cars that won’t run. Planes that will never fly again. Computer systems we can barely use, let alone re-create. It’s like…time is flowing backward. We’re caveman archeologists in the ruins of the future.
We’re taking you to the hospital,’ it said, ‘you’re going into shock. Can you tell us how you
I’d rather know how you feel than hope and wonder and delude myself for weeks on end…
Facts are too busy being true to worry about how you feel about them.
It’s easier to fall back into the same old patterns of hate and retribution, because at least then we’re doing something.
The most important thing you can ever know is that no matter what your purpose is, that’s not your only choice.
I’ve been watching you ever since you came into town, and you never gave a single sign that you were interested in her. That’s why I made a move. If I couldn’t tell, neither can she.””I’m very bad at co
People are always afraid of other things, they are never afraid of themselves.
To us he’s like… like scenery, in the background of our lives, but for him, he’s the main character. He has a life and a job and a whole story. He’s a real person. And to him, we’re the background scenery.
The books in the library were old, rotted, and there was no one left in the world to read them, but Kira made sure that none of them went into the fire. It seemed wrong.
Humanity will destroy itself, body and soul, before it will learn a simple lesson.
If my life had no meaning there was no reason not to end it.
They buried him in dirt that smelled like broken batteries, and crouched in a fiberglass shed while the acid rain poured down to dissolve his flesh and bleach his bones.
Would they be cheered by their recovery, or marked for life by their trauma?
I’d made a long list of exceptions to cover the area between “ignoring her completely” and “abducting her at knifepoint.
The last to fall were the buildings, distant and solemn, the gravestones for an entire world.