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“Men who fear demons see demons everywhere.”
― Brom, The Child Thief

“If you don't learn to laugh at life it'll surely kill you, that I know.”
― Brom, The Child Thief

“Don't let them win. Don't let them beat you. Don't let them steal your magic.”
― Brom, The Child Thief

“My tale doesn't end there, for the end has yet to be written.”
― Brom, The Child Thief

“Children like yourselves are full of magic, but the men have turned, they've lost their magic to the fear and hatred they harbor for all that they can't explain, control, or understand.”
― Brom, The Child Thief

“That's the spirit, one part brave, three parts fool.”
― Brom

“There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.”
― Brom

“Everything comes with a price. Everything. Some things just cost more than others.”
― Brom, The Child Thief

“The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race. Listen to it. That’s the sound of being alive. It’s your time, Nick. Your one chance to have fun before it’s all stolen by them, the adults, with their cruelty and endless rules, their can’t-do-this, and can’t-do-that’s, their have-tos, and better-dos, their little boxes and cages all designed to break your spirit, to kill your magic.”
― Brom, The Child Thief

“Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?”
― Brom, The Child Thief

“And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter's laugh was a most contagious thing.”
― Brom, The Child Thief

“But he was sick of this charade. Sick of watching people lose a little more of their humanity each day, and sick to death of seeing people tortured in the name of God. What had happened to these people?”
― Brom, The Child Thief

“Demon or not, it didn't matter, suffering was everywhere he looked.”
― Brom, The Child Thief

“And may God be merciful, because these twisted men will not.”
― Brom, The Child Thief

“Peter stood, cleared his throat, and began to hum softly, then sing, slowly building up the song as his voice cleared. He found the old tune, the song of the Sunbird. And as he sung, as his rich voice echoed off the tall cliffs, the birds and the faeries lent him their voice and soon the tune drifted throughtout the garden.”
― Brom, The Child Thief

“Enough talk," Peter said, and his eyes flashed. "It's time to turn you three into killers.”
― Brom, The Child Thief

“And though I have done many shameful things, I am not ashamed of who I am. I am not ashamed of who I am because I know who I am. I have tried to rip myself open and expose everything inside - accepting my weaknesses and strengths - not trying to be anyone else. 'Cause that never works, does it?

So my challenge is to be authentic. An I believe I am today. I believe I am.”
― Nic Sheff, Tweak: Growing Up On Methamphetamines

“It's like if the music is loud enough I won't be able to listen to my own thoughts. ”
― Nic Sheff, Tweak: Growing Up On Methamphetamines

“Listen. The Sanctuary of the Redeemers on Shotover Scarp is named after a damned lie for there is no redemption that goes on there and less sanctuary”
― Paul Hoffman, The Left Hand of God

“What are those humps on her chest?”
― Paul Hoffman, The Left Hand of God

“ Honestly, I'm not sure how much longer I can keep doing this. It's like there are seven candles lit in my stomach. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Seven candles burning and smoking - lit - seven flames of doubt, fear, sorrow, pain, waste, hopelessness, despair. They turn my insides black with soot and ash. There is something at the back of my eyes- a pressure building, building, building - hot like the flames of seven candles, which no amount of breath can extinguish.
I imagine drinking glasses of water. One, two, three four, five, six, seven. I dive into the clearest pool. I drown myself in the coarse, dry sand. I swallow handfuls of crushed white salt, but the flames burn still - brighter, hotter, deeper. Sweat runs in delicate patterns down my back, over my crooked spine and jutting hips. I scratch at the wounds these last weeks have left, but I can't break free of them. The flies gather and vultures circle overhead. The fire eats away my flesh. The fire spreads. The fire runs through my veins. The fire courses beneath my muscles - my tendons - the marrow of my bones.
I sit rocking on the street corner. No, I can't keep doing this. I just can't.”
― Nic Sheff, Tweak: Growing Up On Methamphetamines

“Anything worth doing, is worth overdoing.”
― Nikki Sixx, The Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star

“Life is like a long ride to nowhere in particular.”
― Nikki Sixx, The Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star

“Stuff your eyes with wonder, he said, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“Why is it," he said, one time, at the subway entrance, "I feel I've known you so many years?"
"Because I like you," she said, "and I don't want anything from you.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there.

It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“I'm seventeen and I'm crazy. My uncle says the two always go together. When people ask your age, he said, always say seventeen and insane.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you'll never learn.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“It was a pleasure to burn.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“We're going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year. And when they ask us what we're doing, you can say, We're remembering. That's where we'll win out in the long run. And someday we'll remember so much that we'll build the biggest goddamn steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in it and cover it up.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451