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This scene reminds me a lot of the last season of ‘From’, when Julie pulls up the electrical cables in the house they were living in.

[CARL: You're supposed to be helping Katia sew.
DONUT: I DON'T HAVE THUMBS, CARL.]

Donut 5ever.

[ZEV: Sorry, Crawler Donut. I'm just your social media manager now. I will be able to give you tips on how the audience is feeling, but…]

But there is no war in Ba Sing Se?

[I looked across the way at Donut sitting atop Mongo, doing her best to look menacing. She's not a pet anymore. Was she better off now? I didn't know.]

["You keep destroying governmental buildings, Carl," Donut said. "People are going to start thinking you have a problem with authority."]

["Meet me there in a goddamn hour."

"Why?" the spider asked. His name was Morris Sp. A level 23 Freelance Psychiatrist.

"Because I'm going to kick your goddamn ass. And then I need to transcribe your map to you. That is if this town doesn't get blown to hell in the meantime."]

Gods, I love Carl.

I am passionate about the Right To Repair movement. I love that he mentions it.

[I never believed death dissolves loneliness or sadness… The idea makes death and parting with my loved ones easier, because even in death, we might meet again. I'll wait, quietly, without pleading or rushing. I've heard that time is relative, and I hope that a hundred years on Earth feels like ten days in the afterlife. I want to believe in a place where after waiting only ten days, I get to see you again.]

[I would spend a lifetime waiting and wondering where he was and what he was doing. I could… be unhappy with a life gained by losing him, every little flaw a reminder of my punishment for leaving him. And every hint of happiness ignored for thoughts of him. He already lived in my mind, when I was happy and when I was sad. I wanted to live with him, not with my thoughts of him.]

My fucking heart. This is my grief.

[Are those who fire the guns and take the bullets ever those who start the war?]

Maybe I shouldn’t be reading this in the wake of my own painful break-up with a partner. Because this is hitting my grief buttons every-other page. x_x

[As long became longer, I lost track of what I was waiting to pass.

Was it time? Or Gu?]

[I used to think death was the end, but my mind is still here. I wish I could take the burden of my body with me and leave her only my heart. I wish she could eat my love for her. I remember everything: our first kiss, so sweet and silly, and all the nights spent reminiscing about it.]

[He spoke less and his voice was weaker. Even his actions were, how to put it, oddly stunted. It was as if the rest of his body had continued growing and forgotten his heart somewhere inside, like a huge sheet of paper crumpled into a tiny ball.]

[I guess she's forgotten me.
I doubt she thinks about me before bed.
She probably sleeps like a baby.
I convinced myself of it.
I was both comforted and crushed that she was sleeping so well. I guess I still couldn't figure myself out, but Dam would get it. She helped me understand myself.]

R E L A T A B L E A F .

[I pressed her about this "darkness," wanting to know what she meant, until she finally snapped at me. I burst into tears.

"Is it so sinful to not know something?"

"Sometimes what you need is time, not an easy answer. The things you don't understand now will start to make sense in time. Ignorance isn't a sin, but impatience can be."]

["You are just the most adorable thing I have ever seen. If you want, I can turn into a whatever it is you are and show you a great time. I've never done it with royalty before. No charge. It'd be great for my résumé. Are you some sort of long-haired dog?"

Louis and Firas both laughed.

All of Donut's hair poofed out. "What did you just call me?"]

At least it wasn’t “cocker spaniel” 😂

“Would I allow myself to wallow in indignant self pity?”

I recently said something last week along the same vein. I told my mother, in the wake of a breakup, that I realized that I was choosing to sulk day after day, subconsciously pushing away joy. I love this bit of the book. This is a great chapter.

I appreciate Will going back and annotating how he messed up and was insensitive. But I’m curious as to why he didn’t mention how offensive using “pussy” is, especially in the context that he did.

[“… Astral Fist. Anyway, she can manipulate items at a distance as if she was physically touching them. Distance grows with level up. At level one, it's about 10 meters."

I laughed. "Hey, Donut. If we were back home, you'd finally be able to knock that vase off the high shelf."

"That thing was a menace, Carl. It was haunted."]

Omg. The instructions/tasks of this floor are giving me flashbacks to Red Rising and I hate it. Good thing I have such faith in Dinniman, because I can’t survive reading another Red Rising.

[How shall I describe it? It's like I know everything is fine, but I can't stop myself from endlessly checking to make sure it really is fine, and in the process I make myself miserable. Today was like that. I just felt like whining. … To me, sadness is the path of least resistance, the most familiar and close-at-hand emotion I have. A habit that has encrusted itself onto my everyday.]

[And remember how you told me in our last session that my feeling of being 'selected’ could create a feeling of obligation in me? I didn't want to admit that at the time, but I think you were right. She selected me, she opened her heart to me, I have to do well by her.]

This.

This exchange between Carl and Donut has me weeping.

[DONUT: CARL, IF THEY BLOW UP THE TRAIN AND NOT YOU, THEN YOU WON'T GET THE EXPERIENCE.

CARL: That's okay, Donut. Sometimes it's not always about the experience.]

CARLLLL 😭💞

["Bitch, what?" Imani demanded, her demeanor changing on a dime.

He screamed.]

This is, hands down, the funniest book I’ve ever read.

[The goat creature screamed, suddenly and unexpectedly, causing me to almost jump out of my skin. There was no reason for it.]

As someone who thinks people being startled is fucking hilarious, this made me laugh out loud.

["Fuck yeah," I said. I turned to Li Na and held up my hand. "High five."

She just looked at me. "If I touch you with my hand, you will experience excruciating pain throughout your entire body that will cause you to lose control of your bladder and bowels."

"Okay, then," I said. "Moving on."]

🤌

[CARL: Holy shit, I have a glorious idea.

MORDECAI: No.

CARL: You don't know what it is yet.

MORDECAI: I don't care what it is. If it's a Carl idea, it's probably a brilliant idea that's going to get you killed…]