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but when history is written by the victors the narrative can often misrepresent that shape.
“Because the problem with knowledge, Miss Rhodes, is its inexhaustible craving. The more of it you have, the less you feel you know,” said Atlas. “Thus, men often go mad in search of it.”
Maybe after a lifetime of being useless, Tristan simply wanted to be used.
In Reina’s mind, they were binary stars, trapped in each other’s gravitational field and easily diminished without the other’s opposing
force. She wasn’t at all surprised when she discovered one was right-handed (Nico) and the other left- (Libby).
Funny how that worked; the innocent fragility of being human. There were so many ways to break and so few of them heroic or noble.
“A flaw of humanity,” said Parisa, shrugging as they walked. “The compulsion to be unique, which is at war with the desire to belong to a single identifiable sameness.”
“But the moment we realize we can feel fulfilled without carrying the burdens of belonging to another—that we can experience rapture without being someone’s other half, and therefore beholden to their weaknesses, to their faults and failures and their many insufferable fractures—then we’re free, aren’t we?”
“We all have our own curses. Our own blessings.”
“For what it’s worth,” he said, clapping a hand on Tristan’s shoulder, “the parts of you that you seem to loathe are hardly abhorrent at all.”
“What else but death could give such life to the knowledge we protect?”
with all knowledge, whatever follows will be yours to bear alone.”
Money couldn’t buy happiness, but nothing could buy happiness, so at least money could buy everything else.
“You’re a fire hazard, Rhodes,” he said. “So stop apologizing for the damage and just let the fucker burn.”
The day you are not a fire,” he said, “is the day the earth will fall still for me.”
It wasn’t a matter of anything changing between them so much as Libby no longer being the person she had once been. She was so fundamentally altered that she couldn’t remember what version of her had put herself into that relationship, into that life, or somehow into this shape, which still looked and felt as it always had but wasn’t anymore.
