The Boy on the Bridge (The Girl With All the Gifts, #2)

by M.R. Carey

the only vector of infection is via bodily fluids, through blood and saliva. But some deep-seated instinct always makes Khan want to avoid the touch of that bleached, blotchy flesh with its coat of grey fur.

you can’t rule any hypothesis out until you’ve disproved it.

shepherds only keep sheep safe until it’s time to slaughter them.”

A child’s gaze would be less unsettling than an adult’s, but only fractionally.

You shouldn’t kill a man without being aware of the possibilities, the futures, you’re snuffing out. The younger the target, the more of those possible futures there are. Killing a child is like killing a vast multitude.

You can’t churn butter with a toothpick, no matter how much you might want to.

Perfect truth is black and white and it doesn’t know our names.

Form follows function, but it also dictates function.

abstruse architecture.

Everything is a lesson.

You have a life and then it ends and you’re dead. Living it is the point, not proving to other people that you were there.

haematoma, intraparenchymal haemorrhage

“Loyalty is just the wheels on the bus, Isaac.” “Meaning what?” “Meaning that it keeps things moving but it’s neutral when it comes to the direction they move in.”

Quae nocent saepe docent. Pain is the great teacher.

Pain has no agenda at all. It teaches us nothing, except what hurts. And if you can’t avoid the things that hurt then what use is the lesson?