All the Stars in the Sky Quotes

“The heart. It’s like a lizard’s tail. I read once that when the tail regenerates it’s never an exact replica, but it’s a tail nonetheless.”
― Sarah Lyons Fleming, All the Stars in the Sky

“With zombies, you know exactly what they want. People lie.”
― Sarah Lyons Fleming, All the Stars in the Sky

“So many people are gone that I can’t even mourn them properly. It would take every hour of every day to do it. I want to hold on to them, to think of them, but I would never get any living done if I gave them all the time they deserve. Especially now, when we’re barely living as it is—barely surviving. I hug Ana’s bag to my chest and sob. I cry over the things in my dead friend’s bag and for all the things we’ve lost so far. I don’t know why I thought saving my tears for Alaska was a good idea. It was stupid as fuck. There’s no point in saving things for later if later never comes.”
― Sarah Lyons Fleming, All the Stars in the Sky

“I told you I’d make you caramel sauce one day.” And I told you I’d love you forever if you did, I don’t say back. I’m sure he doesn’t remember.”
― Sarah Lyons Fleming, All the Stars in the Sky

“You suck at crying, anyway,” I say. “Five tears and you’re done? I could’ve stretched that out for twenty minutes, at least.”
― Sarah Lyons Fleming, All the Stars in the Sky

“I don’t know why I thought saving my tears for Alaska was a good idea. It was stupid as fuck. There’s no point in saving things for later if later never comes.”
― Sarah Lyons Fleming, All the Stars in the Sky

“I let my last bit of hope float up to the stars. It’s not so bad. I don’t know why I didn’t give up a year ago, a few months ago. Next world or not, I’m done with this one. I’m done with this body that has always been mine to give and no longer feels like it belongs to me.”
― Sarah Lyons Fleming, All the Stars in the Sky

“It's normal to be a whole lot sad and be happy at the same time. And it's normal to feel guilty about being happy.”
― Sarah Lyons Fleming, All the Stars in the Sky

“I find Peter's hand under the blanket and squeeze rather than ruin the moment by shouting something that won't match my level of happiness at the sight of salvation.”
― Sarah Lyons Fleming, All the Stars in the Sky

“My small pack holds useful things—ammo, poncho, dental care supplies, et cetera—but it's quite possibly the least useful assortment of survival items ever. But that's only if you're thinking about food, water and zombies instead of people.”
― Sarah Lyons Fleming, All the Stars in the Sky

“Nothing really happened," I say quickly. "He didn't—I would never compare it to what happened to you."

"Honey," she says with a sober laugh, "it's no contest. And if it is, I don't want to win, that's for sure."

I can see the pretty girl she must have been. The years haven't been kind to her, or maybe she hasn't been kind to herself.”
― Sarah Lyons Fleming, All the Stars in the Sky

“What I want is a hug, but I don't want to have to ask for it.”
― Sarah Lyons Fleming, All the Stars in the Sky

“Miss Vera has become one of the cars you see by the roadside—abandoned,dented and bloody. A mystery that only we have the answer to. But I don't feel as sad as I expected at her loss: We're still alive, and for all her beauty she is, after all, just an artfully arranged collection of wood and metal.”
― Sarah Lyons Fleming, All the Stars in the Sky

“You’re staying here tomorrow.” I sit up and cross my arms. “Don’t even try it. I’m going.” “You can’t go with a fever.” “Why? Do the zombies have a rule that you have to be fever-free for twenty-four hours before you can visit?” “Jesus”
― Sarah Lyons Fleming, All the Stars in the Sky

“Love you,” Bits says. “More than all the poop in the toilet?” I ask. Peter heaves a sigh. But you’ve got to play to your audience, and my audience is amused by potty words. It sends her into a coughing spell, but she’s smiling. I wanted that to be the last thing I saw.”
― Sarah Lyons Fleming, All the Stars in the Sky

“You have a good smell.” “I have a smell? What kind of smell? It’s not like sauerkraut or anything, is it?” “No, it’s—” he thinks for a moment, “like something green.” “Like what kind of green? Frogs? Mold?” He knows I’m messing with him, and he exhales noisily. “You know what I mean, Cassandra. Green. Leaves, cut grass, herbs. But a sweet green.”
― Sarah Lyons Fleming, All the Stars in the Sky