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But rarely was the right thing the easy thing. And it suspected that doing the right thing was going to become increasingly difficult in the days ahead.
How strange, thought Greyson, that power can shift so quickly and so completely.
Endura sank in water two miles deep, but it might as well have been lost in the space between stars.
She had always been more of a pleaser than a planner, happy to be at the business end of the finger that was delegating responsibility. But these were strange times, and this was a strange place.
Either someone with no conscience at all, or someone with a conscience so deep and sturdy that its center could still hold in the face of light extinguished.
But as an artist, Ezra wanted to be more than just acceptable. He wanted to be exceptional. Because if he couldn’t be exceptional, what was the point?
“You can whisper, and people will still hear thunder,” Mendoza told him. “Trust me.”
my pain must not prevent me from doing the right thing.”
people take from a situation the thing that they need.
The trouble they all had living in the moment, in spite of the fact that the moment was all they had.
once the unthinkable settles into being the norm, you become numb to it. She never wanted to be that numb.
His thoughts were not his friends—at least not anymore, because all they did was remind him of the choices he had made, and how they had led him here.
He was brilliant at finding shapes in the clouds of his fury.
“People are vessels,” Jeri had said to her. “They hold whatever’s poured into them.”
“I long for the luxury of being impractical. It would add… texture… to my existence.”
future history gave neither solace nor respite from the brutal now.
The problem with setting out to change the world was that you were never the only one. It was an endless tug-of-war with powerful players pulling—not just against you, but in every direction—so that whatever you did, even if you made progress against all those vectors, at some point you were bound to go sideways.
“What is it about us, Munira?” Faraday said. “What is it that drives us to seek such lofty goals, yet tear out the foundations? Why must we always sabotage the pursuit of our own dreams?” “We are imperfect beings,” Munira said. “How could we ever fit in a perfect world?”
