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“The last thing I think is: Achilles.”

“First of all,” Laurie says, still wincing as he glares at the freezer, “nice of you to ignore the final words of a dying man. Real sweet. Second of all, do I look like I know how the twisted brain of Byron Lennox-Hall works? Because I do not. Do a séance and ask him.”

I fucking love Lawrence, he’s precious and I will keep him.

"Those with the most power don't want peace. There's no profit in it. Peace would level out the balance of power and turn the public's attention to things that matter…”

I’m truly enjoying this fic! It’s so well written.

“Violence leads to violence, and if this movement of ours does not lead to others and to bloodshed, I am much mistaken.”

Yeah, funny how this was written in 1845 and it’s true still nearly 200 years later.

“He wanted a fight. He wanted to jump down there and bloody their faces with his fists. Wanted them to know exactly what he was, which was their worst nightmare – uncivilized, brutal, violent.”

This was a great turn of events. Goddamn boy.

‘There are no kind masters… It doesn’t matter how lenient, how gracious, how invested in your education they make out to be. Masters are masters in the end.’

“Anger was a chokehold. Anger did not empower you. It sat on your chest; it squeezed your ribs until you felt trapped, suffocated, out of options. Anger simmered, then exploded. Anger was constriction, and the consequent rage a desperate attempt to breathe.
And rage, of course, came from madness.”

“He felt like no matter how hard he breathed, he could not get enough air.
‘Do you know what I mean?’”

“Their minds, enriched with new sounds and words, were like sleek muscles waiting to be stretched. They were ready to make magic.”

At times, I feel like an idiot trying to read this book… Which is usually a sign I will love a book.

I fucking love this.

“I’m tired of people I care about not sticking around. I play it safe, hoping if I’m enough of a laugh, if they have a good enough time around me, they’ll stay. It never works.”

“…here, alone in the middle of the ocean with no relatives and nothing to his name, he could not summon the ire. He had no fire left in him. He was only scared, and so very tired.”

Of course now I’m reading Babel. I’m ready for you to destroy my heart again Rebecca.

“She didn’t have the words for this pit of feeling, dark and gnawing and delirious. She wanted to hurl herself into his unknown; wanted an intimacy she couldn’t describe. She wanted him alive; near; beside her. The words that came to mind were clumsy and insufficient, but they were all she had.”

I fucking love this book!!!!

“…wrath was not merely external; was not just a screaming raving tornado of destruction. Sometimes you swallowed it down like a hot coal. Sometimes it only ever burned you, slowly, from the inside out, until you choked.”

“You’ve got to think about what keeps you up at night,” he said. “What burns inside you? What fuels your every action? What gives you a reason to get up in the morning?”

“fuck it, nothing matters, everything’s gone to shit, so let’s go to Hell.”

I fucking love this book.

I will be screaming about this book to everyone I know for the foreseeable future.

“…looked like he’d never tried at anything in his life. He was simply born brilliant, all that knowledge poured by gods without spillage into his brain. Alice couldn’t stand him.”

I just started this damn book and I’m cackling. RFK, you genius.

“I’ve always chased the checkmarks.”  “Why?” I exhale a laugh. “God if I know. That’s what we as a society have been conditioned to do, right? Keep striving for the next best thing instead of finding gratitude and peace where we are.”