The Space Between Worlds (The Space Between Worlds #1)

by Micaiah Johnson

Because that’s what a sister is: a piece of yourself you can finally love, because it’s in someone else.

human beings are unknowable. You can never know a single person fully, not even yourself. Even if you think you know yourself in your safe glass castle, you don’t know yourself in the dirt. Even if you hustle and make it in the rough, you have no idea if you would thrive or die in the light of real riches, if your cleverness would outlive your desperation.

What they don’t tell you about getting everything you ever wanted is the cold-sweat panic when you think about losing it. For someone who’d never had anything to lose, it’s like drowning, all the time.

She’s unattainably bright. It makes me want to touch her even if it takes my fingertips, to see her even if I’ll see nothing after.

The universe erases me, but it also remakes me again and again, so there must be something worthwhile in this image.

If you must know anything, know that the hardest task is to live only once. —Ocean Vuong

We must always separate. Time is a flat thing and we are always separating. When we are together we are already gone.

If he knows I’m horrified I become a liability, because people with morals do illogical things.

“The only due powerful men recognize is a life—in service or in sacrifice.”

Dear brother from another time, today some stars gave in to the black around them & i knew it was you.

I believed I was stable. I thought my ability to go to work, to visit my family, to eat and sleep, meant that I was. I confused routine for reliability and reliability for safety. I had no idea the chaos I was capable of holding inside of me.

Rage is dirty fuel, but it burns hotter than grief ever could.

I could become the thing I’d always feared, and then I might never be afraid of anything again.

He should stop me, but he doesn’t, because he’s intelligent and the downfall of all intelligent creatures is curiosity.