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“There was still blood going down Henry's chin, but he didn't notice it and no one said anything, even though every time he took a bite of his bread his blood fell onto it until he was eating his own blood mixed in with the food.”
― The Red Convertible
― The Red Convertible
“spoilers (turning point)
"Now Cillian was awake—he was irreversibly awake. He blinked up at her face, which was staring down at him. When they locked eyes, her frozen smile widened.
“Mom!” he couldn’t help screaming. “Help!”
The Bog Girl, imitating him, began to scream and scream. And he could see, radiating from her gaze, the same blind tenderness that he had directed at her. Now he was its object. Something truly terrifying had happened: she loved him back.”
― The Bog Girl
"Now Cillian was awake—he was irreversibly awake. He blinked up at her face, which was staring down at him. When they locked eyes, her frozen smile widened.
“Mom!” he couldn’t help screaming. “Help!”
The Bog Girl, imitating him, began to scream and scream. And he could see, radiating from her gaze, the same blind tenderness that he had directed at her. Now he was its object. Something truly terrifying had happened: she loved him back.”
― The Bog Girl
“After a week’s quiescence, an ambulance tore across Road, siren wailing and lights flashing to the rhythm of help emergency help help help. Road opened its mouth and swallowed.
They were delicious.”
― Road: A Fairytale
They were delicious.”
― Road: A Fairytale
“Why think separately of this life than the next, when one is born from the last? Time is always too short for those who need it, but for those who love, it lasts forever.”
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“Misery is manifold. The wretchedness of earth is multiform.”
― Berenice
― Berenice
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Craft: The author used unreliable first-person point of view of a SecUnit as well as dialogue to get her theme across. I thought of her bot character as female while reading it.All Systems Red by Martha Wells
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"I didn’t turn my helmet toward him because that can be intimidating and it’s especially important for me to resist that urge. 'I carefully monitor my own systems.' What else did he think I was going to say? It didn’t matter; I’m not refundable." (49)
"He might have been compared to a summer’s day, particularly thelast hours of one, and while he lacked a tennis racket or a sail bag the impression was
definitely one of youth, sport, and clement weather."
and
"He had an
inexplicable contempt for men who did not hurl themselves into pools."
and
"Here he was exposed to the ridicule
of the north-bound traffic, but after ten or fifteen minutes he was able to cross."
from, "The Swimmer"
John Cheever












































