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A word about Hope House: there are places in the world where so many desperate people have lived and so many bad things have happened that the places themselves have become desperately bad. They're damp and weird and smell like foot fungus. The windows are never clean, and the linoleum curls up at the edges because it can't stand the floor. Every corner is sprayed with cobwebs and quivering shadows. When you walk into those bad places, you can feel a headache brewing between your eyebrows, a churning in your gut, a cold prickle at the back of your neck. You feel sad and angry and helpless, all at the same time. These bad places seem to hate you but, they also seem to want to keep you there very very much.
There will be boys who will tell you you're beautiful, but only a few will see you.
Dalí painted melting clocks. I suppose if he'd asked around first, quizzed people if they wanted to see a picture of a melting clock, the answer might have been something obvious, like 'Clocks don't melt!' But, lucky for us, Salvador didn't care what anyone else thought. You use what moves you.
People say the word 'nice' and they mean 'boring.' A lot of times nice is boring. But that's not what I mean. Roza was nice and not boring at all.
Nothing is funny about war. But one must find reasons to laugh anyways, especially when nothing is funny. Sometimes joy is the only defense you have, and your only weapon. Remember that" -Sister Bert
If other people thought art was important, then it would be required to graduate. But no, I don't have to take art. I do have to take math, which is just a waste of time because the numbers get all switched up in my brain, plus, calculators exist for a reason. I do have to take history, which is basically memorizing tariff acts till your brain bleeds. I do have to take four years of gym class with a bunch of jerks who punch me if they don't like what I say. But art? Optional. Even though art and music and literature and all that are what make us human. Algebra doesn't make us human. Games don't make us human.
Sean asked her if she was an Olympic weight lifter.
"No," she said. "I am Polish.
And I was thinking that it was so weird that the world could keep turning. I mean, that honey would still need to be delivered and vegetables would have to be picked and laundry would need to be done when I was so miserable.
They think they're the only ones who understand the real truth about the world, and that it's everyone else who's been tricked. . . . The biggest problem we have is that people like to fool themselves into thinking that they could never be fooled.
Everyone loves a villain. Or maybe not a villain, exactly, but someone you can point out and say, I might be weird, but I'm not weird like her.
THE SUN TOUCHED HER FACE LIKE THE SOFTEST CARESS.
I'm sorry,' Finn mumbled, a global apology for everything he was, and everything he was not, and all the ways he couldn't let it go.
I have found that people never love the way they say they do. They can't. They are just people. Full of lies and sentiment and fear.
Finn drifted around, rootless and aimless as dandelion fluff in the wind.
She had become unmoored from the present, loose and untethered, her mind rolling back into her memories, rolling forward into the future, anticipating, and then dropping again into this torturous, unbearable present.
People look, they don't see.
In the soil too fat and happy, the praying mantises too pious and too plentiful,
Trying to get a handle on what he thought, what he felt, what he thought about what he felt and vice versa, was like trying to open a locked door by ramming it with his head.
Every little decision you made, every person you met could change your life, set it on a different course, or end it.
You will see the world. You will have love affairs with boys who see past a pretty face. You will be strong. You will call and tell me about it.
Do you have a girl? Where's your girl? Where's your girl?" "She's her own girl,
She was sorry she hadn't been braver when she'd had the chance.
There's always a fire.
He grew out his hair," June says. "He looks amazing."
"He looks like a giant caramel with some carpet lint stuck to the top of it.
Mean as yellow jackets, dumb as dirt. He sighed, the sharp exhale like the hiss of the plants all around.
Hell is never what you think it's going to be" -Guardian
It was his favorite part of the afternoon, or should have been: the sun bright and hot in the sky, the plants twitching their green fingers.
Scarecrows weren't meant to scare the crows, they were meant to scare the corn. It was enough to give a person nightmares. Otherwise, why would so many horror movies have cornfields in them?
Thinking that you can't protect the ones you love, you have to hope they're smart enough to save themselves.
Finn fell asleep draped in Kittens and dreamed that the corn walked the earth on skinny white roots, liked to joke with the crows, and wasn't afraid of anything.
Rus, dancing alongside Roza like a monstrous, bedraggled pony.
According to my mother, no book is only a book. A book can improve your mind or it can break it.
The way you learn to ride is by riding.
You use what moves you.
Because we don't have your typical gaps around here. Not gaps made of rocks or mountains. We have gaps in the world. In the space of things. So many places to lose yourself, if you believe that they're there. You can slip into the gap and never find your way out. Or maybe you don't want to find your way out.
It was delicious, his horror. She wanted to see it up close. She wanted to eat it.
She got icing all over her face. I think that's why I like her. For the good stuff, she's willing to get icing all over her face. Who wouldn't want a girl like that?
Everybody loves a villain.
I've never understood why people choose to do the things that are hardest for them.
I'd be okay with that kind of trouble, Amber said, as a pair of flannel-clad farm boys headed toward them.
You are spiky spring
Humming Summer, wings that
beat
Back ghosts of winter.
Love the people who love you back.
But wasn't that love? Seeing what no one else could?
Our moon is the same moon, our sun is the same sun, and the stars will sparkle for us no matter who or where or what erare
not sluts, not players, just people.
Is your work finished or is it just due?
There will be boys who tell you you're beautiful, but only a few will see you -Babcia
I didn't care if it was magic. I just cared that I was riding with you.
What a dumb accident a family was. Some people got lucky, some not so lucky, and some people got the booby prize.
He preferred her barefoot, he said. She had such lovely feet. Roza didn't agree. What was lovely about feet that could not take you anywhere? What was lovely about feet that could not run?
The way they knew that Bone Gap had gaps just wide enough for people to slip through, or slip away, leaving only their stories behind.
We have to get through the summer.'
Finn didn't want to get through the summer. He wanted to fall into it, hunker down and stay for a while.
The two of them hiding behind their mother tongues as if there was no way to bridge the gap.
How do you know which one's the queen?'
'She's bigger than the others,' said Mel.
'That doesn't always help,' Petey said, 'I can't always find her.'
'Because she's not that much bigger, said Mel. 'You don't rely on her size as much as you try to use the way she moves. It's hard to describe. It's as if she walks in a more determined way' She pulled off her hat and smoothed her long, straight hair. 'She's got a big job. Babies to bear. Workers to inspire. A colony to manage. She moves like that. Like she's a woman with a plan. The best way to see her is to let your eyes lose their focus, let things get a bit fuzzy on you. See the bees as a whole rather than individuals. When you do that, you understand the entire pattern. The queen's movements will stick out because they're so different from everyone else's.
He was tired of everyone believing they knew everything there was to know about him, as if a person never grew, a person never changed, a person was born a weird and dreamy little kid with too-red lips and stayed that way forever just to keep things simple for everyone else.
Frankie didn't know that the boys opened every letter, any letter, as if it were a dispatch from another world, a kinder one, a pleasant dream they'd once had when they were young.
She didn't know they weren't young any more.