Where the Drowned Girls Go (Wayward Children, #7)

by Seanan McGuire

“We can’t make things that happened not have happened by wishing that they hadn’t.”

It knows what’s true for you isn’t always true for me, and it doesn’t care, because it wants to make us all have the same kind of truth and believe in it the same kind of way.

It made sense that the self-made heroes would have written history to make them look as good as possible. It didn’t make sense for everyone else to be expected to believe it.

“Heroism is addictive. Maybe that’s why it sounds so much like ‘heroin.’”

Doing was always better than just being. Doing was a choice.

“I am not your door.” After a pause for thought, she added, “But I might be my own.”

He liked it when people made him feel important, and attention had always been a quick route to importance. Attention said “you exist.” Attention said “I see you.”

Age is experience, not absolution.