Kindle Notes & Highlights
Mother kills you on the third of July, when the sky is a giant, shimmering blue bowl and the air is shimmering hot soup.
There’s always someone in the dark. And I’ve always known.
Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?
Don’t look. That’s always been the rule.
“Yeah. You drove for two hours with Cthulhu in the backseat. And you didn’t crash. That is badass.”
I didn’t know that grief had so much boredom in it.
I’ve been afraid every day of my life. And I’m still fighting. I’m still here.
And for her he was willing to kill, no matter who found it unacceptable.
The tales of the gods are never pretty.
She thought she could suffer anything if she were only doing something to escape.
If I want to love you then I certainly will.”
To restore a heart was not to make it forget.
Perhaps there were some desires that could be chosen, after all.
There is only one way to be that mermaid. There are a hundred ways to be her daughter.
maybe she had picked up the habit of love, if not the substance.
She knew she didn’t love him because it didn’t hurt to leave.
Intentions mattered nothing; and her nature was that she had always been a traitor.
Maybe it didn’t matter who was us and who was them, whether she was human or faery, and maybe it didn’t matter whether she loved anyone or not. Maybe there was something still she had to do.
“Because their deaths are beautiful.”
and she thought that if she could not be a daughter, at least she was a faithful monument.
“Because you are lovely, and beloved, and I will never be either.”
You are not fairer than the moment you called me your dearest friend.
There are a hundred thousand things in this world, my Queen, my friend, and only one is lost to you. Which one will you choose?
“Maybe—maybe the point is, even if magic isn’t real—we’ve all been cruel to somebody, right? Because we thought it would help us.”
Life is a war, and all is fair in love and war.
this world is made of hunger.
