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“Over the years, the folly’s stones had collected enough tantrums, sobs, anger, and threats of vengeance to power a war. Every sister made wild statements at the folly, beat her chest, declared desires to murder, then went back home, exhausted and diminished. The circle never varied: the house, the folly, the house, the folly, as if they were trapped in an infinite, inescapable loop.”
― When Mist and Brine Touch
― When Mist and Brine Touch
“Giving and taking were seldom equal among humans, and you had to work with what you had to make the situation fair in both directions. Because, Avery Lawry espoused, the fairness would someday come back to you in ways you might not even recognize.”
― Song of the Wooden Sparrow
― Song of the Wooden Sparrow
“I have people I can’t see anymore. They’re gone. It doesn’t matter how they went. They’re gone now. Right after they were gone, I wanted to drop dead but couldn’t. I’m better now, but I still have days
when my soul doesn’t believe in light.”
― Song of the Wooden Sparrow
when my soul doesn’t believe in light.”
― Song of the Wooden Sparrow
“The future’s always perfect. Always know what to say, where to stand, what to do. Can see exactly how things’ll turn out in the future. But I never seen a thing that’s perfect in the future survive perfect when it reaches now. Same for the past. Damn past is like the scraps left over from disasters in the now. Everything’s messed up in the past. Even what works out fine was messed up before it turned out fine. That’s ’cause the past used to be now, you see?”
― When Mist and Brine Touch
― When Mist and Brine Touch
“He had never been to an opera but had been told the women in it sounded like cats whose tails were stepped on, and his instincts told him he would hate a performance of screeching women.”
― When Mist and Brine Touch
― When Mist and Brine Touch
“A tingle of enlightenment swept through her, as she discerned he simply liked to pick at something—anything, no matter how insignificant—to make the person before him feel uncertain. His week-long silence, which had been a mystery to her, she now understood was part of that. He took pleasure in such intimidations. The shocking clarity with which Eliza drew these conclusions made her wonder how they had eluded her until now, why she had given him so much significance, allotted him so much of her fear.”
― When Mist and Brine Touch
― When Mist and Brine Touch
“Over the years, the folly’s stones had collected enough tantrums, sobs, anger, and threats of vengeance to power a war. Every sister made wild statements at the folly, beat her chest, declared desires to murder, then went back home, exhausted and diminished. The circle never varied: the house, the folly, the house, the folly, as if they were trapped in an infinite, inescapable loop.”
― When Mist and Brine Touch
― When Mist and Brine Touch
