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now I’m just a drowned girl with no city at all, until the next time the thaw comes.”
But he was at a good place in his book (they’re all good places),
There isn’t much she can do for the sensitive ones, and so she’s happy to do what she can.
Going unnoticed was never an option for her: he knows that down to his bones. She had to go in the opposite direction, becoming mercurial and never stopping long enough to be caught.
who’s as poorly socialized as the rest of them, and doesn’t know how to handle another girl showing up on her territory.
Dodger has met her a hundred times, and only the fact that she’s never cared about who gets the boys has kept her from becoming that iconic girl.
She hadn’t realized just how many sub-formulae depended on her until it was almost too late.
Things that make too much sense will drop right through you.
Metaphors snag and stay. You need things that will stay with you. You need to figure this out. I can’t help you.”
You and me and that crazy sister of yours, we’re going to change the world, but only if I can keep you alive and innocuous-looking long enough for you to figure out how.
“We’re not … right. We’re different. Something about us was made, not born.” “Yes,”
had never really known what tired was before today: he had heard of being tired, but he’d never really felt it. Tired went all the way down to his bones, wrapping around them like ribbons, until his legs were lead and his arms were sacks of sand suspended from his shoulders.
sometimes being the one who etches the lines in the façade is as important as choosing something already weathered and worn.
Old Bill’s side rises and falls in a shallow but steady rhythm. One more day for the best cat in Berkeley, then; one more night for the best cat in the world.
She would never have picked up the phone in the past if it wasn’t for the sake of making a better future.)
The trick that lets me call you doesn’t work if I’m trying to call myself, because I’m not math, I’m words, and words can change a lot of things, but they can’t break the laws of time.
“I’m the living manifestation of Order, Roger. I see chaos everywhere I look.
If it’s out of place, if it doesn’t belong, that’s all I can see. I live in a world that can never be harmonious, because the only person who could describe actual order to me is gone.”
this creates cracks through which the clever may insinuate themselves, changing the story around them.
