Kai Meyer Quotes

Other girls carried tasers or pepper spray for safety. Rosa had bought herself a stapler in a hardware store on the corner of Baltic and Clinton Streets. Her thinking was simple. An electric shock is nasty but leaves no marks. With her method, though, she could put two or three staples into any attacker's body. Then he'd have to stop and decide whether to tangle with her or start getting the staples out of his skin.

One day," she said, "I'll catch dreams like butterflies."
"And then what?" he asked.
"Then I'll put them between the pages of big, fat books and press them until they're words."
"Suppose there's someone who never dreams of anything but you?"
"Maybe then we're both words in a book. Two names among all the others.

Sometimes responsibility sneaked up on you without your seeing it coming, and then, very suddenly, it wouldn't let you go anymore.

You just have to look hard. Then you'll find what you're after.
It sounded almost as if he were trying to help her in her search for the unique, awkward magic of the place. And she realized he must have thought the same, the first time he ever drove along this road to nowhere, maybe every time he returned. Even today. Maybe everyone, in the face of this void, was searching for something to cling to. Alessandro perhaps even a little more than other people. In the last few minutes she'd discovered more thoughtfulness in him than she'd have thought possible, more desire for answers. Thinking this, it was difficult to look away from him and turn her eyes on what lay ahead of them again.

She sighed. "Go on, say it. I shouldn't have come."
"You shouldn't have come." He looked sideways at her and gave her a fleeting grin. "But I'm glad you did.

Did I promise you too much?

He shook his head. "Have you ever wondered who's in the gaps in the crowd?"
She glanced at him in surprise. Maybe she'd been wrong, and he was more than just a little odd.
"Gaps in the crowd?" she repeated.
"If there are a lot of people all in one place, a hundred or a thousand or more, there'll still be some empty spaces. Gaps right at the front. Or in the middle. Or on the outside. You just have to look carefully to see them." He shifted gears as two heavy trucks appeared side by side ahead of them. "Those are the gaps in the crowd. And if you look very closely, you notice that they're moving about. Just like the people around them."
Rosa pressed her lips together and said, "Hmm," as if she understood what he was talking about.
"They're weird," he said.
"The gaps?"
"Because they're really not empty."
"No?"
"No, they aren't. They're always there, and in other places, too. Around us, but invisible. It's only in a crowd you can see them. No one can move into the places where the gaps are.

It isn't other people who decide if you feel alone, it's yourself. Only I didn't know that yet.

She struggled to find words, and then all the anger she had been damming up for the last few minutes broke out. It made no difference that none of what had happened was his fault. Nor did the fact that he'd saved her, or what he had sacrificed to do it. He was a Carnevare. He was one of them. And he was preventing her from going to her sister's aid when Zoe needed her.
"The girl that Cesare killed … ," she snapped, "her name was Lilia. She … she loved my sister. Do you understand that? Zoe has just lost the person who probably meant more to her than anything else. And Lilia sacrificed herself for me. How can you think that - "
"I'd have done the same thing," he interrupted her calmly. "I'd have died for you up on that mountain."
That took her breath away. For a moment it deprived her not only of her self-control, but of the ability to utter another syllable.
After endless seconds, she stammered, "That - that's nonsense."
"It's the truth." He turned his head and looked at her. "I'm in love with you, Rosa."
She hesitated, fighting for composure.
"Oh, hell," she whispered.
He smiled sadly.
Then neither of them said anything, until finally she took his cell phone and called Zoe.

This showed once again that everyone had something different to lose in this battle. Some were concerned for their lives, and some for those they cared most about: rays, sea horses, even the chickens that ran free in the streets of the city because they couldn't all be caught in time.

Would you make a right just up ahead?" he asked.
"And then?"
"I'll show you something."
"More mysteries."
"There's nothing mysterious about it."
"You're the mystery."
He smiled. "Me?

Do you still have the revolver you were going to shoot me with?" asked the old man on the telephone.
"Yes, I have it here."
"How much ammunition?"
"No idea. How do I find out?"
He explained. In the moonlight, she felt the bulges of the cartridges in the cylinder. "Six," she said.
"And you don't know how to use it?"
"No."
"But you are American."
"Ha-ha."
"If you do as I say, and go about it cleverly, I hope you won't need it. Unless Cesare Carnevare crosses your path, in which case please be kind enough to shoot him."
"How about the concordat?"
He laughed. "Shoot him when no one's looking.

Jolly felt salty tears on her lips, and for the first time in her life it occurred to her that sorrow tasted exactly like the sea.

Honesty is the most beautiful gift a person can give to another at the beginning of a friendship.

Was a mirror that existed only in a mirror not just as real as its original? It fulfilled its role just as well as its counterpart - it reflected. Merle couldn't think of anything else that was able to do this: to do something without itself being. For the first time, she asked herself whether all mirrors were not always magic mirrors. "Mirrors can see," Arcimboldo had said. Now she believed him.

How are you?"
Rosa shrugged her shoulders. "My sister turned into a giant snake last night. And your cousin Tano - "
"Second cousin."
"He was there too. He was a tiger. I recognized him from his eyes. Then I fainted." She looked at him. "How does that sound?

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Clearly we have all the time in the world," she said crossly. "Feel free to start way back with the dinosaurs - just as long as you get to the Carnevares and Alcantaras sometime.

Well, when it gets to that point, I want to be there.

When what gets to what point?

When you're not looking at everyone else as if they'd just declared war on you. And when you realise that things may look like the end of the world but the world still goes on, over there on the other side.

Merle had the feeling that he almost kissed her, but then his lips only touched her hair briefly, and all she could think of was that she hadn't washed it for days. It was crazy, really. Here they were, all trapped in this accursed sphinx stronghold, and she was thinking about washing her hair! Was that what being in love did to you? And then, was it being in love that was responsible for the lump in her throat and the fluttering in her stomach?

For the images of the gods are much easier to misuse for human purposes than the gods themselves. Images have no will and no desires. Statues stand for nothing but the goals of the rulers. ... The word of a god is, in truth, only the word of the one who erected his statue.

The Trader held the ring horizontal and let the fingertips of his right hand circle over it. As he did so, he closed his eyes, murmured something to himself, and was silent again. His eyes remained closed; he did not move.
"What's he doing?" whispered Walker.
Soledad shrugged her shoulders. "Something terribly powerful."
"Wrong." replied the Trader. "I'm concentrating on the mosquito bite on my left heel, so it will stop itching."
"Oh," Walker said seriously.
"Mosquito bite?" Soledad repeated.
"I can't catch ghosts if my foot is itching. I beg you for a little more understanding."
"But of course," Walker said spitefully.

Mad things could be quite normal, so long as you were doing them yourself. Watching someone else doing them, you wrinkled your nose, turned around quickly, and walked away.

Divinity is only in the eye of the beholder

If they [won], it would only be because they didn't forget what they were. Who they were. And that it was worth it to fight just for that.