Seanan McGuire

There was still something unfinished around her eyes; she wasn’t done yet. She was a story, not an epilogue.

Always assume the simplest answer is the true one, here, because most of the time, it will be.

“Because hope is a knife that can cut through the foundations of the world,”

Hope hurts. That’s what you need to learn, and fast, if you don’t want it to cut you open from the inside out. Hope is bad. 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.

It was the way she carried herself: too mature for the body she inhabited, too weary for the face she wore.

“Because ‘boys will be boys’ is a self-fulfilling prophecy,”

We notice the silence of men. We depend upon the silence of women.”

So we go running for the tallest trees and the deepest holes whenever we want to be alone, and since there’s a limited number of those, we wind up spending a lot of time together.

Older than I look, younger than I ought to be. My skin is a riddle not to be solved, and even letting go of everything I love won’t offer me the answer.

Sumi was not a screamer. Sumi was a reason for other people to scream.