Men lie, and they lie to theirselves worst of all.
Patrick Ness
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What I do know is that if you give a human being a chance to be stupid and violent, then they're going to take it, every time. No matter where they are.
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"Because humans are complicated beasts," the monster said.
Miss Kwan said, putting her voice into its “kindly” mode, which was only slightly less scary than full-on shouting.
A good idea always attracts other good ideas.
Tread carefully, Marty. I mean it. The world has completely changed around you while you weren't looking.
And it feels like, finally.
Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect.
— Tu vida no la escribes con palabras — dijo el monstruo — . La escribes con acciones. Lo que piensas no es importante. Lo único importante es lo que haces.
They're your parents. They're meant to love you <i>because</i>. Never <i>in spite</i>.
What happens to you when you get older? Do you just forget everything from before you turned eighteen? Do you make yourself forget?
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I can read it.
I can read her.
Cuz she’s thinking about how her own parents also came here with hope like my ma. She’s wondering if the hope at the end of our hope is just as false as the one that was at the end of my ma’s. And she;s taking the words of my ma and putting them into the mouths of her own ma and pa and hearing them say that they love her and they miss her and they wish her the world. And she’s taking the song of my pa and she’s weaving it into everything else till it becomes a sad thing all her own.
And it hurts her, but it’s an okay hurt, but it hurts still, but it’s good, but it hurts.
She hurts.
I know all this.
I know it’s true.
Cuz I can read her.
I can read her Noise even tho she ain’t got none.
I know who she is.
I know Viola Eade.
The whole room was like a museum of how people lived in olden times.
In a place of all this beauty and potential...we just repeat the same mistakes. Do we hate paradise so much we have to be sure it becomes a trash heap?
As destruction goes, the monster said behind him, this is all remarkably pitiful.