M.R. Carey Quotes
Top 51 wise famous quotes and sayings by M.R. Carey
M.R. Carey Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Loyalty is just the wheels on the bus ... meaning that it keeps things moving but it's neutral when it comes to the direction they move in.
Every adult grew from a kid who beat the odds. But at different times, in different places, the odds have been appallingly steep.
His broad, flat face, made asymmetrical and inconceivably ugly by the scar, radiates friendly solicitude. Justineau
A big refugee camp governed by real terror and artificially pumped-up optimism - like the bastard child of Butlins and Colditz.
It's equinox, with the world balanced between winter and summer, life and death, like a spinning ball balanced on the tip of someone's finger.
But a thing can be easily breakable and still be a bastard to deal with. Ice is brittle, but try walking on half an inch of it.
Yesterday she thought that the hungries were like houses that people used to live in. Now she thinks that every one of those houses is haunted.
She thinks: all journeys are the same journey, whether you're moving or not. And the things that look like endings are all just stations on the way.
She's lived in Plato's cave, staring at the shadows on the wall. Now she's been turned around to face the fire.
The hungry kid smiles, as though the cascade of waste paper is a firework display. She squints into the sun to follow them as they fly.
She faces him, trying to take a breath that's long and level, trying to pull all the slopping emotions back inside so he won't see them in her face.
They're just kids. And their childhood has probably been as big a load of shit as his was. In a perfect world, he would have been one of them.
When she holds that thought up to the light and sees how pathetic it is, how cravenly equivocating, she sinks into black depression. From
What she doesn't like is the cruelties in his past, and in hers, over which she'll have to crawl to get to him.
Not everyone who looks human is human," he says. "No," Miss Justineau agrees. "I'm with you on that one." Kenny's
Pritchard tutted. "Justice? Justice is even more problematic than truth. It's an emergent property of a very complicated system.
No amount of expertly choreographed PR could prevail, in the end, against Armageddon. It strolled over the barricades and took its pleasure.
When the sun comes up, Justineau is silently amazed. It seemed entirely plausible that this ontological impasse would go on for ever. Through