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“Demisexual?” Her face, that beautiful face, remains unchanged. Doesn’t shift to incredulity or boredom. Just understanding. Beautiful understanding and acceptance. “I know. I won’t press you into anything you don’t want. I love you, Lili. All of you and all of how you think and live and breathe. Demisexual just means loving differently, and there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s your everything I love. Not bits and pieces.” “My everything?” She nuzzles her forehead beneath my chin. “Yes, your everything. Silly siren.”

“Having made this discovery, she never again felt exalted merely to be in the airy tops of trees, or indeed to be in the upper reaches of any place; thereafter, she understood that for every creature living under a rock or crawling through the mud, there is another equally squirmy thing that flourishes in high realms, because although this is a wondrous world, it is fallen.”

“The fear is strong in citizens of the Planetary Council, a population that is scattered throughout the earth in various self-sufficient Mega Cities like this one. The young woman takes a quick peek down at her hand. The black ball holding the valuable data is so inconspicuous, but so blatantly dangerous. It is the information she needs to get her family out of the Point. The day of escape is coming.”

“L'umano è un corridoio stretto, bisogna andarci dentro per sperare di conoscerlo. Bisogna avanzare nel buio, sentire gli odori di tutti gli animali morti, udire gli urli, i pianti e lo stridore di denti. Bisogna camminare, affondare le zampe in una melma di sangue e risalire lungo il filo d'oro abbandonato lì dall'umano stesso, quando non era altro che infanzia e non aveva nessun tetto sulla testa a impedire il volo dei suoi pensieri. Animale fra gli animali, non conosceva ancora la sofferenza. L'umano è un corridoio e ogni umano piange il suo cielo scomparso.”

“Saskia lay back again, closing her eyes and continued eating mandarin wedges. After a pause, she added, “I think that the biggest danger for people like you and me is that we start blaming people for things that happen to us. Bullies smell that kind of thing from miles away. People like you and me have to stop thinking about our limitations and start thinking about our talents and not let other people define us.”

“The molecular structure of my body has been replaced with nanostructures. They assemble DNA to do extraordinary things. The nano-DNA regenerates cellular structures at the atomic level as my body passes through things. My head hurts trying to process everything. You better not come through any of my walls! Not a chance. I’d be too afraid you might kill me.”

“Cradling her to his chest, he cursed himself for taking too much blood. He was certain he hadn't taken enough for her to need a transfusion, but it had clearly left her weak. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, glad she hadn't found the deed in his thoughts. He had feared he wouldn't be able to hide it from her. The dog began to whine again. "It's okay, boy," he murmured. "She's okay. She's just tired." Several minutes passed while he stroked her hair and held her close despite the pain it caused. She was petite and looked as though she only weighed about a hundred pounds. After spending all damned night digging his sorry ass up, no wonder she passed out. "I haven't seen it yet," she mumbled against his neck as consciousness returned, "but I'm willing to bet your ass is actually quite nice." Startled laughter escaped him, inspiring another groan. "Don't make me laugh. It hurts too much." "Sorry. I couldn't resist.”

“If he doesn’t get here soon, I’m going to fall asleep, Susan grumbled. He loved hearing her voice in his head even when she was cranky. The thought made him smile. I’ve been keeping you up too late. Not really, she replied. I’ve always been a night owl. I just haven’t been sleeping late the way I usually do. And had had one scare after another whilst awake. Did I mention I’m still sore from digging your handsome ass up? He laughed. It was totally worth it, of course, she went on.But if we find out you’re single, I might hit you up for a nice long massage. He cursed when his body immediately responded to the image of her naked and laid out before him, waiting for him to run his hands all over her body. Now who’s flirting? Ooh, she purred. That’s so cool. Even in your thoughts, your voice deepens and gets all growly when you’re turned on. Before he could respond, she made a sound of impatience.Damn it. Now I’m turned on. He laughed, delighted that she inspired him to do so even in such grim circumstances.”

“¿Qué podría haber dicho si alguien le hubiera preguntado? ¿Cómo podría haberlo explicado cuando todos los demás amores se ven como relaciones subordinadas al amor romántico? Lo que Vanessa y ella tenían no era romántico ni tampoco había subordinación alguna. «Solo una amiga», es lo que dice la gente. «Ah, no es más que una amiga.» Como si una amiga fuera algo normal y corriente, como si una amiga no pudiera significarlo todo.”

“Su aspecto no parece amenazador, pero Grace es consciente de que no tiene sentido deducir el nivel de amenaza de alguien por su apariencia. No se puede inferir la propensión a la violencia de un hombre en base a sus pintas. Ella ha ensalmado huesos rotos por manos suaves, ha cosido cortes infligidos por hombres de sonrisa fácil y buena fachada, ha conocido bestias de rostro angelical.”

“Ahora que mi esperanza, antaño violenta, es algo pequeño y patético, he de ser práctica. He de pensar qué sucederá cuando ya no esté. A una parte de mí le da igual. ¿Qué más da? Al fin y al cabo, una vida no es una colección de cosas. ¿Qué más da lo que dejamos atrás si las olas no paran de romper, implacables y ajenas a todo? ¿Qué más da, si un día — probablemente dentro de no mucho — esta isla estará bajo el mar, y también la casa, y el peñasco y todos los huesos que alberga? Por alguna razón, importa. Lo que dejas atrás importa. El arte que creaste, o la gente. Los amigos a los que quisiste. El bien que hiciste, el mal.”

“How many diners should a man rob before he turns the gun on himself? The question whispered in Richie’s ear as he swallowed the last bite of pancake. He and Alabama had gotten the idea of stealing from diners when they caught Pulp Fiction at a four-year anniversary screening in the New Beverly Cinema in LA last year where they’d gone to shoot dope and drift among the neon haze of Hollywood glitz, thinking Shit, look how in love they are holding up that diner, that could be us. But a dozen diners later the charm had worn off and they’d returned to being just a couple junkie losers stuck in the small-time.”