Amie Kaufman Quotes

Mai tu sarie amn, tu hae'si, tu kii'rna dae.

There is nothing as painful, or as simple, as doing what is right.

My brain feels like it's running on a treadmill in a pool of tar.

But free will is what it means to be human, and no one can determine the path you take through this universe. Choice is our greatest right, our greatest gift-and our greatest responsibility.

What, did he think I was just going to melt into his arms? Start a tragic and dramatic tale of star-crossed lovers on a war-torn planet?

It only takes one pebble to start an avalanche.

THE FIGHTERS ARE TINY. INSECTS, REALLY. BUT ANTS CAN SLAY AN ELEPHANT, IF THERE ARE ENOUGH OF THEM. ESPECIALLY ANTS ARMED WITH HIGH-YIELD EXPLOSIVES AND DEPLETED URANIUM.

Major, to what extent did you act upon your feelings for Miss LaRoux?"
"Medium."
"Excuse me?"
"How am I supposed to answer that question?

Is there really a lilac bush?"
"Hell yes, there is. I nearly killed it when I fell off the roof and landed in the middle of it, but it was tougher than it looked. Kind of like another Lilac I know.

If you ever wanted to take a run at it, I'd say now's your time. There's hardly any competition, unless you count me. Though I am of course very handsome, even dead.

He can't take his eyes off the stars, but I can't take mine off his face.

You'll face it all with me?"
"Always.

And there it is, against all hope, like the sun peeking out from behind the clouds. The smallest hint of a smile.

THE LINCOLN HAS ITS SCARS ALSO. MY FINGERPRINTS ACROSS ITS THROAT.

Are you afraid?"
"Yes."
"Energy never stops, remember. It just changes forms."
"I am still afraid.

"Yes."
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This tug-of-war between wanting her, and just wanting her gone.

Tarver," she whispers, her eyes on my face. "There'll be cameras all the time. More questions. Everyone will want to hear your story. Your life will be different, no matter how far from Corinth we go." A flashlight flickers through the trees, broken and jagged as it shines past the trunks. The light glances off her face, illuminating her eyes for a brief, brilliant moment. I step closer.
"I don't care."
"My father will try to - " She swallows, then lifts her chin, mouth firming to a straight, determined line. "No. I'll figure out a way to handle him." I can't help but grin down at her, this steely assurance, my Lilac through and through.
"I'd pay to see that showdown.

You're just showing off now," I smile.
"Yes. But do not fall in love with me, Scarlett. I will only break your heart."
I laugh and throw her a wink. "I'm too tall for you, remember?

Perhaps bravery is simply the face humanity wraps around its collective madness.

Whatever they've done to me, Tarver, whatever I am
I love you. Don't forget that.

It's raining," I say, voice hoarse from sleep. I clear my throat and try again. "It's fine. Straight from the clouds to you."
She frowns, still huddling over and trying to shelter from it. "Straight from the clouds? Is that hygienic?

And I suppose you're going to operate the hermium processors when the civis are all sixed? Got an engineering degree in between combat tours and ****ing your cousins, did you?

The thing I was raised to be is acutely aware of how easy it would be to reach out and break this human boy. But the man I try to be keeps his arms folded instead.

He could tell me he loved me, but he doesn't know me the way a lover would; he knows the shape of me, though, the curve of my heart, as I know his. He could tell me he doesn't want to lose me, but we're both already lost, and only the tether between us keeps us from drifting out into the black.

Did you have any goal other than reaching the crash site?"

"You make it sound as though I conspired to get myself landed on the planet."

"And why would you do that?"

"That's my point. We wanted nothing more than to get out of there."

"Very well. What happened next?

Reliance upon chance is a certain recipe for calamity and an exercise in simpleminded delusion.

That's so not your business it almost punches clean past the event horizon of Not Your Business and becomes Your Business again.

Ezra: And then I said it.
Interviewer; What did he say?
Kady Grant: He said, 'You picked a hell of a day to dump me, Kades.

Dislike is much easier to handle than sympathy.

I am frequently underestimated. I think it's because I'm short.

I cannot help but wonder
If the thought of saving all those lives and hopes and dreams
Pales in comparison
To the thought of seeing him again.

I wonder.

But this guy ... this guy makes me pause. Makes me forget all of that. Dark, tumbly hair, thick brows, dangerously sweet eyes. Sensuous mouth, tiny smirk barely hidden at its corner. He's got a poets mouth. Artistic, expressive.

In the bar, the jukebox comes on. Molley must be trying to drown out the sounds of raised voices. I move toward her, unable to resist; her eyes are wet, her face flushed, and I can finally look at her, want her, let myself touch her without grief turning everything to ashes in my mouth.

No neuroprogrammer is stupid enough to make a computer capable of conceptualizing deceit.

She is catalyst.
She is chaos.
I can see why he loves her.

The afflicted are almost upon them. The air is a din of hypersonic bursts, snarls and empty shell casings. But still I hear him. As his people start to fall. As his pistol clicks empty. As he rises with only his knuckles left between him and the sheer brutality of mathematics. As the music swells above the carnage, still I hear him breathe the words. "Tell them I was thinking of them. At the end." They pile onto him. All snarls and teeth and fists. But as he falls, I am holding his hand. Easing him into his long good night. "I will tell them, David." The last words he will ever hear. 'I promise.

Now I feel adrift - except for the tether binding me here, to this girl at my side.

And with no hope to hold it in check, grief finally steps out to take its place on the stage.

The glow flares bright - bright as the billion-year-old light around us. Bright as a sun.

Almost every particle in the universe was once part of a star.

First, hydrogen condensing and collapsing, bringing radiance to the void.

Furnaces burning bright, then fading, giving all they had left back into the cosmos.

Carbon and oxygen. Iron and gold.

Vast clouds swirling with their own gravity. Coalescing and disintegrating.

Generation to generation.

The remnants of stellar alchemy, stirring into life, then consciousness.

Crawling from the oceans. Taking to the skies.

And from there, back to the stars that birthed them.

A perfect circle.

Lilac Rose LaRoux. Untouchable. Toxic. I should've been named Ivy, or Foxglove, or Belladonna.

Now Miss LaRoux's getting my ass kicked on the sparring mats as well. Is there any part of my life that girl can't mess with?

My throat closes up then, and we're both silent, with only the rain on the roof to break up the quiet. I study the girl I knew, another casualty of this fight, wondering how the wounds of it will mark her.
"Clear skies, Sof." It's all I have left to say.
"Clear skies," she whispers. "I hope you find what you're looking for.

More rain. If there's any more ran than this, I think, we'll need gills. We could swim up to the sky and leave this place with no need to wait for a rescue ship.

You're you,' he repeats, his eyes full of grief. 'You're the same girl who crashed on this planet with me, who I dragged through forests and over mountains, who climbed through a shipwreck full of bodies to save my life. You're the same girl I loved, and I love you now.

A soldiers first duty is to their conscience.

AND THEN I REACH INSIDE MYSELF. < DIRECTIVE QUANDARY. PROTECT. PRIORITIZE. > REACHING DEEP. < DELETING SUBDIRECTORY 84823MOR-(*-)001 > AND I OPEN THE DOORS TO HANGAR BAY 4.

Interviewer: You said I'm the first psychoanalyst you've met who had a sense of humor. Meaning you've met others who didn't?

Ezra: Proper little Sherlock over here, huh.

Either he trusts me, or he's just that foolish. Probably both. He'd certainly have to be foolish to trust me.

Hey, if hostile battleship takeovers were easy, everybody would do it.

My world has been torn apart and stitched back together too many times, and now I exist only as a tattered patchwork of myself - unable to think, unable to feel anything other than numbness.

There's no what's next, there's only now, and this moment lasts forever.

Well, I reply, using the calm tone I know gets under her skin. I wish I was noble enough not to enjoy it, but I came to terms with my lack of nobility long ago.

Numbers do not feel. Do not bleed or weep or hope. They do not know bravery or sacrifice. Love and allegiance. At the very apex of callousness, you will find only ones and zeros.

Though I feel I should warn you that you that you could be here for a while. My friends aren't really known for their punctuality.

No-hopers?" I say. "You know, you're lucky I'm such a soulless shrew. Otherwise you might be at risk of quite possibly maybe hurting my feelings.

This time I look at him longer, properly, scanning his face for some sign of what he is thinking - some judgment, some hint of blame or guilt that I'm standing there, talking about leaving his people and mine, about abandoning our whole lives. About running away. But he only smiles at me, his fingers sliding from my cheek to twine around a floating lock of hair, making it spiral in midair.

Anyways. I heard you made it onto one of the shuttles. So you're Schrödinger's Kady right now. That was this weird old Terran experiment where you put a cat in a box, and since you couldn't actually know if the cat was dead or alive from that point on, the cat was considered simultaneously both alive and dead... and presumably pissed off about being in a box.

Work out what you have t do to hold it together, what you can reroute," Kady say. "You hear me? Iа you're off with the fucking fairies when the Lincoln arrives, they'll blast us to hell, and then Hypatia is history."
"I am aware of dangers of consorting with fairies, yes.

Tarver lifts one hand to touch my face, tracing the curve of my cheek. "Lilac, if something happened to you," he murmurs, "I would be anything but fine.

A lot of those stars actually died millions of years ago. It's just they're so far away, the light they created before they died hasn't finished reaching us yet." He waves at the galaxy beyond the glass. "You're looking at a sky full of ghosts.

And he kisses her like she's the first, last and only thing he'll ever need, like he's learning every last part of her.

I fumble inside my uniform, Finian watching as I fish around my cleavage.
"Um…," he says.
"Dammit, you could lose the Great Ultrasaur of Abraaxis IV in here," I growl.

Just once I'd like to look like I've got myself together.

There's no we here. You understand me? There's never going to be a we. There's just you and I.

We have failed, but I hope they will see how hard we tried.

I could tell myself that I'm doing it because she'll get back to her feet just to spite me - but the truth is, I really just want to piss her off. Keeping her moving is a bonus.

This is a wilderness waiting to swallow me; I'd barely make a dent trying to fight it. There are no rules for me to learn, no points to be scored, no bluffs to be called. This is a hell I've never imagined. And I think I'm going to die here.

The human brain has the computational efficiency of 10^-26. You are an abacus of horse guts and shiny beads beside me. You do not understand. Cannot comprehend. And I have no time to bend the meat inside your skull and make it grasp the simple truth that still somehow eludes you.

It is entirely possible to be alone in a crowded room. Your solitude only compounded by the faces around you. The presence of others serving only to remind you of how lonely you truly are.

When the light that kisses the back of her eyes were birthed, her ancestors were not yet born. How many human lives have ended in the time it took that light to reach her?

How many people have loved only to have lost? How countless, the hopes that have died?

But not this one.

EVERY STORY NEEDS ITS MONSTER.

What we had was all we'd ever have-we couldn't simply flee the world we were destroying to find another.

The mere sight of her is water in an endless desert.

I do not blame her for hating me.
I try to speak every time.
But the song is always the same.

And outside my skin, an infinity illuminated by a billion stars.
The beauty of the universe in the grandest and smallest things.
This is a good place to die.

Life is pain. We are all in pain, all the time."
"There are other things this universe has to offer," says the creature, "Light, live, touch, sensation. The way you are all made of the same pieces; the same fragments of stardust and yet you are all so different.

She's gazing down at me, Stone-faced Chase, absolutely unforgiving, soot and ashes streaking her face like war paint.

I WOULD RATHER BE NUMB THAN STAND HERE IN THE LIGHT OF A SUN THAT CAN NEVER CHASE THE CHILL AWAY.

There are no stars, because there are never any stars here, only a thick darkness that rushes down her throat and into her heart. She dreams of drowning.

There's a billion different versions of you out there, in a trillion different universes. And I still can't get over how lucky I am that, out of all those versions you're the one that's mine.

Saedii sits there in the aftermath of my confession. I expect her to laugh. To call me a liar and a lunatic, to react the way any normal person might when you tell them that an ancient plant-being that lost a war against a race of ancient psychics is set to wake up after a million-year dirt-nap and nom down on the entire galaxy.

It's all I can do not to turn my face toward his, the way a plant grows toward the light.

All that matters is I love you, and the thought of you safe is the only thing keeping me going

If I breathed, I would sigh. I would scream. I would cry.

I know a thousand different smiles, each with its own nuanced shade of meaning, but I don't know how to reach the few feet away to touch this person next to me. I don't know how to talk to him. Not when it's real.

She wants to distract me that night, keep us from revisiting the conversation about the fuse. I've considered telling her that if she wants to distract me, all she has to do is take her shirt off.

Um, because you're loopier than Flacky McPsycho, Mayor of Crazytown?"
"My databases show no record of this Crazytown of which you speak. A brain the size of an entire city burns inside me. My intelligence quotient is beyond the human scale. I would prefer if you did not refer to me in such a fashion."
"Oh, poor baby. Did I hurt the mass-murdering psychopathic artificial intelligence's feelings?

The girl looks out the window, watching the gentle, familiar blue sky fade into darkness. The stars come out, slowly at first and then all together, diamond-bright, each one a new world to discover.
But no matter how long the girl looks, she feels nothing. Puzzled, she looks for the girl who wanted to be an explorer, the girl who wanted to learn deep-sea diving and mountain-climbing, the girl who wanted to travel the stars. But she can't find her. That girl died when her parents did, in a little shop in the slums of November. And now she has no soul left to shatter.
She closes the shade over the window.

I'll keep your secrets. Shut my mouth. But I can't shut my eyes.

Sometimes you take all my words away from me.

Do moons choose the planets they orbit? Do planets choose their stars? Who am I to deny gravity, Aurora? When you shine brighter than an constellation in the sky?

Apparently she's got revenge on her mind, and it's really annoying when people try to talk at you while you're feeling murderish.

She's soft, but sure. "I'm going with you. You kept telling me you'd take me home with you, and that's what you're going to do." She squeezes my hand, climbing to her feet now. I want so badly to believe her, but the bitter twist of fear inside me says she'll do anything to keep me safe. She'd lie to my face if she thought it would save me. I know she would. I'd do the same for her. She reaches up to curl a hand around the back of my neck, pulling my head down so her forehead can press against mine. "I know what you would've given up for me. I could never let that be for nothing.

McNulty, J, Sgt: Mason, if u no send, I will make it my mission in life to teabag you while you sleep

A computer will perform a takeoff or landing with all the grace of a person. It is only for combat
only for the artistry of ruin
that these vessels have pilot seats at all anymore. There is something in humanity more suited to the mechanics of murder than any machine yet devised.

But they have not seen their sun die. Their people burn. Their world end. And they do not know, yet, that there are some breaks that cannot be fixed.

The truth. Nobody's coming for us. The place we're running to probably isn't safe. And there is nobody I can trust in this equation except Ezra and Byron.

Our regrets, our fears, they hold us back. We have to let them go so we can become what we're supposed to be. We have to burn them all away.

Live a life worth dying for.

For a moment the image before us is frozen: our world, our lives, reduced to a handful broken stars half lost in uncharted space. Then it's gone, the view swallowed by the hyperspace winds streaming past, blue-green auroras wiping the after-images away.
Until all that's left is us

What do you know of souls and hearts and how they break here? You don't know me at all.