Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.
…slow and drunk is no match for fast and scared shitless.
Millard! Who’s the prime minister?””Winston Churchill,” he said. “Have you gone daft?””What’s the capital of Burma?””Lord, I’ve no idea. Rangoon?””Good! When’s your birthday?””Will you quit shouting and let me bleed in peace!
At the heart of nature’s mystery lies another mystery.
She moved to pinch me again but I blocked her hand. I’m no expert on girls, but when one tries to pinch you four times, I’m pretty sure that’s flirting.
I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.
Have they built cities on the moon?” another boy asked hopefully.”We left some garbage and a flag there in the sixties, but thats about it.
You Sure this is it?” I said. “It looks empty.””Empty? No way, there’s loads of shit in there,” worm replied
That was our friendship: equal parts irritation and cooperation.
..he had trampled her poor, pining heart, and the wound was still raw, even these many years later.
Consider the simple hedgehog, and his neighbor, the opossum…do they waste their energy trying to throw one another into chasms when they face a common enemy, the winter? No!
You’re upset, you’re cold, and you’re wet, wouldn’t you rather discuss all this over a pot of hot tea?” Yes, but I wasn’t going to say so.
Is anything illegal here?’ Addison asked.’Library late fines are stiff. Ten lashes a day, and that’s just for paperbacks.’There’s a library?”Two. Though one won’t lend because all the books are bound in human skin and quite valuable.
It’s easy to say you don’t care about money when you have plenty of it.
It seemed like my parents were always trying to get me to care about money, but I didn’t, really. Then again, it’s easy to say you don’t care about money when you have plenty of it.
Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children is a amazing book, I love it
I’d never asked what year it was here-1492? 1750?-though to the animals I guess it hardly mattered. This was a safe place apart from the world of people, and only in the world of people did the year make any difference.
You may choose to live in a world of fantasy if you like, my dear, but I am a realist.
They may love you’, she whispered, ‘but they’ll never understand.
Do you ever find yourself climbing into an open grave during a bombing raid..and wish you’d just stayed in bed?
Males lack the seriousness of temperament required of persons with such great responsibilities.
She had maintained her strength in the face of all this for so long that we had come to take it for granted, but she wasn’t bulletproof. She might’ve been peculiar but she was also human,
Destiny is for people in books about magical swords. It’s a lot of crap.
What I believe is that when it comes to big things in life, there are no accidents. Everything happens for a reason. You are here for a reason — and it’s not to fail and die.
I was quite possibly in the midst of losing my mind. I needed to get away from people until I figured out if I actually was losing my mind.
I wondered whether trusting him was merely unwise or if it crossed the line into recklessness, like lying down for a nap in the middle of a road.
I cried harder. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t stop myself.I couldn’t stop myself, so I thought about all the bad things and I fed it and fed it until I was crying so hard I had to gasp for breath between sobs.
They worried that fantasies were somehow inoculating me against more practical realities.
To have endured horrors, to have seen the worst of humanity and have your life made unrecognizable by it, to come out of all that honorable and brave— that was magical.
Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize we were alone?
At the heart of nature’s mystery lies another mystery.
An air of mystery closed around the details of his early life. I didn’t pry. He had been through hell and had a right to his secrets.
Right at the flamingo orgy! Left at the multiethnic roof Santas! Straight past the pissing cherubs!
I knew there was something peculiar about you,” she said. “And I mean that as the highest compliment.” I’d always known I was strange. I never dreamed I was peculiar.
A song and a smile from someone I cared about could be enough to distract me from all that darkness, if only for a little while.
I slammed out of the Priest Hole and started walking, heading nowhere in particular. Sometimes you just need to go through a door.
Their memory was something tangible and heavy, and I would carry it with me.
Maybe,” she said. “Maybe. But now you’re making promises you might not be able to keep, and that’s how people in love get very badly hurt.
Which was just well: goodbyes had never been my strong suit anyway, and lately my life had felt like an unbroken series of them. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
I’ll never understand ninety-nine percent of humanity. – Enoch
The day that lay before (was) full of infinite possibilities, though in a million superficial ways it was identical to the day before.
I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was. Likewise, I never imagined that home might be something I would miss.
She had a heart the size of France and the lucky few whom she loved, she loved with every square inch of it. But it’s size made it dangerous.
…so one day my mother sat me down and explained that I couldn’t become an explorer because everything in the world had already been discovered. I’d been born in the wrong century, and I felt cheated.
He closed the laptop. A sure sign I was about to receive his full attention.
By morning I was worn out. My limbs felt heavy as wood, my head cottony. I might’ve felt better if I hadn’t slept at all.
anything that changes you forever, split my life into halves: Before and After.
I wanted to thank you,” I said.She wrinkled her nose and squinted like I’d said something funny. “Thank me for what?” she said.”You give me strength I didn’t know I had,”; I said. “You make me better.
One of the peculiar children’s perspective out of time allows him to take minute interest in every resident of the town and to chronicle everything we did for the entire day he lives over and over.
Early in life we recognize certain talents in ourselves, and we focus on those to the exclusion of others. It’s not that nothing else is possible, but that nothing else was nurtured.
He’s lost it. Our son is insane. Or on drugs. Or maybe not on enough drugs.
They were of the past, and the past always mend itself, no matter how me interfere.
They were of the past, and the past always mends itself, no matter how me interfere.
What if there’s no town for fifty kilometers?” Said Enoch.”The we’ll walk for fifty-one kilometers. But I know we weren’t blown that far off course.
Forgive me. I continue to underestimate the breadth of your ignorance.
For a 12-year-old with a hyperactive imagination who liked to dream of dreary gothic castles, suburban Florida felt a little stifling.