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“I don't really like you, but I'm so good at acting as if I do that it's basically the same thing.”
― Lisa Scottoline, Every Fifteen Minutes

“I can't stand just sitting here not doing anything. You can't solve a problem by remote control.”
― Lisa Scottoline, Every Fifteen Minutes

“Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering - because you can't take it in all at once.”
― Audrey Hepburn

“I am a boy and a girl and a witch all wrapped into one very strange, flimsy, indecisive body. Do you think my body couldn't decide what it wanted to be?”
― Rivers Solomon, An Unkindness of Ghosts

“Pretty was a strange thing to concern oneself over. Pretty was subjective and fallacious.”
― Rivers Solomon, An Unkindness of Ghosts

“You are mean because inside you’re tiny. So tiny you cannot hold up the weight of your own body. You must inflate your ego just to fill the skin. You float around like a helium balloon. Blown up and bloated and gassy and empty.”
― Rivers Solomon, An Unkindness of Ghosts

“Aster didn't mean it. As much as it frustrated her, she understood the logic of Giselle's psychosis. Everything dies, so exert control by burning it away yourself. Everything will be born again anyway. There's no such thing as creation, merely a shuffling of parts. All birth is rebirth in disguise. (63)”
― Rivers Solomon, An Unkindness of Ghosts

“The point is what you do when you don’t have the details. Do you interrogate? Do you examine? Or do you settle for the obvious answer?”
― Rivers Solomon, An Unkindness of Ghosts

“I’m not maternal but that doesn’t mean I don’t love. I love Aster. I love all the girls and women I look after. It is hard to be in somebody’s presence for so long and not develop something like love.”
― Rivers Solomon, An Unkindness of Ghosts

“There were worse things than being a motherless child. Without a past, Aster was boundless. She could metamorphose. She could be a shiny, magnificent version of herself.”
― Rivers Solomon, An Unkindness of Ghosts

“Poor, poor books. Lonely pages bound in lonely leather, their only company the occasional louse. They exist only t be read, and yet with no one there to read them, they might as well not have been bornt at all. I run my fingers along the spines of the books I can reach. I do it to affirm them. To let them know I'm a lover of stories even stories about alchematics or biology and other true things.”
― Rivers Solomon, An Unkindness of Ghosts

“Nothing is more sad than a person who believes in something that's so clearly not true.”
― Rivers Solomon, An Unkindness of Ghosts

“Dogs were with us from the very beginning. And of all the animals that walked the long centuries beside us, they always walked the closest. And then they paid the price. Fuck us.”
― C.A. Fletcher, A Boy and His Dog at the End of the World

“You can fall out of your own safe life that quickly, and nothing you thought you knew will ever be the same again.”
― C.A. Fletcher, A Boy and His Dog at the End of the World

“I realise how much time I used to spend with my head in a book, filling the emptiness of my world and letting the pages distract from the darkness in the shadows behind me.”
― C.A. Fletcher, A Boy and His Dog at the End of the World

“Forgetting is a kind of betrayal, even if it’s what happens to all grief. Time wears everything smoother as it grinds past, I suppose.”
― C.A. Fletcher, A Boy and His Dog at the End of the World

“Never trust someone who tells good stories, not until you know why they're doing it.”
― C.A. Fletcher, A Boy and His Dog at the End of the World

“In the World According to Celine and Pete the very best part of every town was the library.”
― Peter Heller

“God may have made the world for the last week of September. Celine had thought that about Vermont when she was a child, and she thought that now. They drove along the Yellowstone River in mobile sunshine that tugged cloud shadows over the ridges and into the canyon.”
― Peter Heller, Celine

“He felt wreathed in the music of language, and as long as he heard it and could write it down, as long as the pulse was in his veins, he didn't care if he lived out of the back of a truck or in some crappy rent-by-the-week for the rest of his life.”
― Peter Heller, Celine

“Chicksaw seemed to be pieced together like his shack, which was growing on her. The place looked haphazard, but on closer inspection everything seemed to have a function. ... The same for the man: If he'd been a quilt it would look at first glance very primitive, even crazy in its pattern. But study it a little closer and one might see some fine stitching and some very curious patches.”
― Peter Heller, Celine

“She had taught him almost everything he knew about moving through the world with some semblance of grace, and he tried to live it and bumbled often and tried again. She had taught him courage in the landscapes of the imagination, and to find the joy in things when he was afraid.”
― Peter Heller, Celine

“We're out here on the wrong side of a dying world trying to piece together the story of what's happened from torn fragments that we can only snatch at as they flutter past us in the wind.”
― C.A. Fletcher, A Boy and His Dog at the End of the World

“Nothing’s perfect. Especially not me. I’m just like you were. Human. Hanging on. Holding out for a happy ending. But knowing it ends badly. And then being surprised by joy.”
― C.A. Fletcher, A Boy and His Dog at the End of the World

“Ends happen fast, and often arrive before you've been warned they're coming.”
― C.A. Fletcher, A Boy and His Dog at the End of the World

“With so many marvels around you, did you stop seeing some of them?”
― C.A. Fletcher, A Boy and His Dog at the End of the World

“Books turn out to be pretty durable if they're kept away from damp and rats. They can last hundreds of years, easy. Reading is another way we survive. It helps to know where we came from, how we got here. And most of all, for me, even thought these low and empty islands are all I have ever known, when I open the front cover of a new book, it's like a door, and I can travel far away in place and time.”
― C.A. Fletcher

“The plastic your people made was strong stuff. We find so much of it now - I wonder if it will outlast us entirely.”
― C. A. Fletcher

“I understand why there's still so much plastic in the world, still pale fragments of who-know-what-it-once-was washing up on the beaches, or just junk slowly weathering away like all the seats in the stadium. If you'd tried to burn it all on a rubbish heap, you'd have choked the world to death.”
― C. A. Fletcher

“... violence is an ugly thing and in the calmer moments I racked my brains for other ways to get what I wanted. Better a brain than a fist. A brain can hold anything, from giant things like distant stars and planets, to tiny things we can't see, like germs. ... A brain can hold a whole universe, a fist just holds what little it can grab. Or hits what it can't.”
― C.A. Fletcher