Thrum Quotes

“Our knowledge is so minute, a tiny droplet in a vast sea that never ends, and we had the audacity to think we knew what we were getting into.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“He wants to keep me here, he wants all of me, my body, my mind, my soul. He wants to hurt me, to own me.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“I feel the vastness at my back like a loving nightmare, tendrils of it wrapping around my ankles and throat until I’m inevitably lost to it. I keep imagining the cosmos wrenching me off the ship, dragging me deep into itself, and I am a prisoner there forever, eyes wide, my screams soundless in the vacuum.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“He is painfully familiar, as achingly real and right as the breath in my lungs, the blood rushing through my veins. He holds out a hand. I go to him and take his fingers in mine, willingly, achingly. Finally.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“Ami,” he groans. “I’ve waited so long for you.” I don’t know what that means and I don’t care. Maybe I’ve waited for him too. I came all this way, light years and light years, and I found him. Why shouldn’t I surrender to this?”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“I’m both adrift and trapped like a rabbit by a fox. And he is the fox, shadowed in dusk.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“It’s just an illusion,” I accuse him. “Not a real plant at all.” “Your fingers touched it,” he says, black eyes shining. “You smelled it. The touch and smell pathways in your brain recognized it as a living thing. Does that not make it real?”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“But the fact is that the biological makeup of a human brain is too simple, its neurons too few, to understand the true enormity of our universe. It is incalculably and emphatically beyond us.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“No matter how many times you try to go, you always come back.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“I’m in his arms before I have a chance to stop myself. He is my only comfort here, the only warm thing, the only embrace. And in my terror, as the hum invades my senses, I’m desperate for him. He takes me in as if he was born to hold me, enveloping me with arms around my body and a cheek on the top of my head, my chest against his, our heartbeats hammering in tandem.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“I’m a woman with a ship and a dead crew. With ghosts clinging to my heels, tripping me up. A pink comb in my pocket that shouldn’t exist. An alien man, whispering in my ear. A whisper I'm afraid won't ever let me go, no matter how far I flee.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“I want to know more. I want him to lay himself bare to me. I want to chart his nervous system, count his lungfuls of air, unfurl his DNA one strand at a time.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“My name is Dorian Gray.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“He owns me, and I hate it.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“I’m drifting half out of the ship, half in, but even then it feels as if the infinite universe is reaching for me with inexorable fingers, with hands made of whorls of starlight, of depthless lightless chasms that hum like monsters of the cosmos. The air in my lungs feels like a dare. I’m challenging the firmament in its horrible power, and it is gazing right back at me, unimpressed.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“Space, of course, is bigger than anyone comprehends, bigger than the human mind can handle. We’re able to come to some understanding of it with mathematics, and philosophy, and even art. We can look at pictures, read comparisons, and conduct complex equations to try to make sense of it. But the fact is that the biological makeup of a human brain is too simple, its neurons too few, to understand the true enormity of our universe. It is incalculably and emphatically beyond us. Thank God for that.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“The crew of the Pioneer has been dead for a long time. I’m the only one left. We made it to our destination, and I’m the only one left.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“But once I’m safely inside Pioneer, the door sealed closed behind me, Dorian’s voice caresses my brain. I hear him as clearly as if he’s standing right next to me, soft lips brushing my cheek. No matter how many times you try to go, you always come back.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“Ami,” he groans. “I’ve waited so long for you.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“I’m fine, I want to lie. Come back, I want to beg, even though I’m the one who moved away, who put this chasm between us.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“But once I'm safely inside Pioneer, the door sealed closed behind me, Dorian's voice caresses my brain. I hear him as clearly as if he's standing right next to me, soft lips brushing my cheek.
NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU TRY TO GO, YOU ALWAYS COME BACK.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“I'm drifting half out of the ship, half in, but even then it feels as if the infinite universe is reaching for me with inexorable fingers, with hands made of whorls of starlight, of depthless lightless chasms that hum like monsters of the cosmos. The air in my lungs feels like a dare. I'm challenging the firmament in its horrible power, and it is gazing right back at me, unimpressed.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“I am part of it, made whole from it, completed by it. By him. And I am not afraid. I am safe. I am home.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“His voice is little more than a whisper. “I’m whatever you want me to be, Ami.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“When you think about breathing, you forge a connection with yourself. When you control that breathing, the connection grows stronger. And you begin to find peace.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“You miss Earth,” he says and moves toward me. “I can make other rooms for you, Ami. Other places. Show you things you’ve never seen before.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“I spent my life trying not to fear the ones who were supposed to love me. I thought I’d left all that behind on Earth.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“Ami,” he says, my name supplicant on his lips. “I would never hurt you.” Tears prick the corners of my eyes, and I feel like I’m outside the ship again, tethered but drifting, cocooned in the drape of space.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“A scream or a sob begins to work its way up my throat. I don't want to let it out; I'm afraid that if I do, something will hear me and silence me with gentle hands, and I will be lost forever.”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum

“Pioneer.” Yes, Ms. Selwyn? I swallow, hard, and it tastes like blood and bile. “Have we been here before?” Clarification required. “Have we docked on this ship before?” Affirmative. My gut turns to stone. “How many times?”
― Meg Smitherman, Thrum