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“Because if Parisa was a person who’d learned to fight for herself, who’d chosen satisfaction over compromise and power over morality—if she was a person with blood on her hands—it was because she’d had to be. Because this world demanded it. Because she’d needed protection that no one but herself had ever been willing to provide. Because this was a world that would stare at her breasts and still count her for less if she let it; a world that would gladly tell her what she was worth and what she wasn’t.
So what mattered about this world? Only that she remained the most dangerous thing in it.”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Complex

“Maybe her only purpose was to survive, which was fucking difficult, and so maybe that was enough.”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Complex

“This was it, the chronic condition—the only meaning Parisa had left in life. It wasn’t a secret society, it wasn’t an ancient library, it wasn’t an experiment that had taken two decades to design, it was waking up every fucking morning and deciding to keep going. The tiny, unceremonious, incomparable mdiracle of making it through another goddamn day. The knowledge that life was mean and it was exacting. It was cruel and it was cursed; it was recalcitrant and precious. It was always ending. But it did not have to be earned.”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Complex

“What you’re willing to accept doesn’t change what I’m willing to give.”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Complex