One Word Kill (Impossible Times, #1)

by Mark Lawrence

What really matters in real life, though, is how far you’re prepared to go and how quickly.

Pain can stay the same while you change around it. And, like a thumb of constant size, what it blocks out depends on how close it gets to you. At arm’s length a thumb obscures a small fragment of the day. Held close enough to your eye it can blind you to everything that matters, relegating the world to a periphery.

we all dance around each other in a kind of terror, too petrified of stepping on each other’s toes to understand that we are at least for a brief time getting to dance and should be enjoying the hell out of it.

Truth may often be the first casualty of war, but dignity is definitely the first casualty of disease.

We might live in a multiverse of infinite wonder, but we are what we are, and can only care about what falls into our own orbit.