Dispel Illusion (Impossible Times, #3)

by Mark Lawrence

The two saving graces of explosions are that from the outside they’re pretty and from the inside they’re quick.

There’s a special connection between consciousness and time. Einstein said, ‘Time is an illusion’, and the great Douglas Adams had even greater doubts about lunchtime.

I had left that boy behind in my wake, just as we all abandon the children we were. Slow or fast, the years pull us apart from them, sometimes in one savage yank, sometimes by degrees, like the hour hand of the clock, too stealthy for us to perceive its motion and yet when you look again it is no longer where you left it.

Years crawl by but once they get behind you in a big old stack, it’s amazing how they seem to have done it in the blink of an eye.

Sometimes knowledge isn’t power. Sometimes it’s just a burden.

The stories of our lives don’t behave themselves; they don’t have clear beginnings, and even death isn’t a clear end. We just do what we can, we take what kindness and joy we find along the way, we ride the rapids as best we’re able.