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Art history, Milton, Machiavelli, Byron...
Can't decide if this is annoying author pretentiousness or an accurate depiction of teenage intellectualism.

Lecter's such an edgelord. A crucifix watch. :eyeroll:

You are a tireless war machine built for a long-forgotten war.

Waxin' Warlock

I wish I could hear him laugh again.

Just once.

Funny how all the cool kids leave the party too soon.

you are a survival machine built by the engine of evolution

The way is clear. The first step is yours to take.

Or you can beat your head against the wall until nothing remains but a bloody stump. At least then you'd leave a stain behind.

I see the dead alive and nothing is more stubborn than a corpse.

...[H]ere I stood, no weapon in my hands, making fists out of habit but nothing to hit.

Compassion, like everything else, can be worn dull by rough use.

[He] stared at me like I'd told him the secret names of the prophets, the private and the profane, the sacred alphabet shared by devotee and deity. He looked at me like I'd taken up the memory of his first word and given him a corpse instead.

I didn't know someone else's pain could have a texture, a bite, a gelatinousness you could hold in your teeth, but I could almost gnaw on [redacted]'s dying.

dnf

He never said, What if I go home, and all of it is ash? But I saw the thought in him, living like a second body, and feeding in the dark.

There was nothing it might ever have in the world but hatred and darkness and its teeth.

This book stresses me out.

Hector loved Andromache
But in the end he let her face slide from his mind
He came back to her sightless
Strengthless expressionless
Asking only to be washed and burned
And his bones wrapped in soft cloths
And returned to the ground