13 quotes found
“Time resumed. Time had a way of doing that.”
“Hope means you keep holding on to things that won't ever be so again.”
“Hope means you keep on holding to things that won't ever be so again, and so you bleed an inch at a time until there's nothing left.”
“You want to go back, and so you hold on to the habits you learned while you were traveling, because it's better than admitting the journey's over.”
“You're nobody's rainbow. You're nobody's princess. You're nobody's doorway but your own, and the only one who gets to tell you how your story ends is you.”
“None of this is real, my dear. Not this house, not this conversation, not those shoes you're wearing--which are several years out of style if you're trying to reacclimatize yourself to the ways of ...”
“There was still something unfinished around her eyes; she wasnt done yet. She was a story, not an epilogue. And if she chose to narrate her own life one word at a time as she descended the stairs t...”
“I think the rules where different there. It was all about science, but the science was magical. It didn't care about whether something could be done. It was about whether it should be done, and the...”
“Why does Eleanor let you have that much acid?" he asked. "Why would you want that much acid? You don't need that much acid.""Except that it appears I do, since I have just enough to dissolve a huma...”
“For us, places we went were home. We didn't care if they were good or evil or neutral or what. We cared about the fact that for the first time, we didn't have to pretend to be something we weren't....”
“Doors opened everywhere. Maybe one day, the children of this world who had gone to that world to save themselves would see a door that didn't fit right with the walls around it, something with a do...”
“This isn't a place for lies or pretending everything's all right. We know everything is not all right. If it were, you wouldn't be here. Now. Where did you go?”
“There was still something unfinished around her eyes; she wasn’t done yet. She was a story, not an epilogue. And if she chose to narrate her own life one word at a time as she descended the stairs ...”
