He was a Christian, a good old gasoline boy. He jostled over to me, swaggering and telling of what layer of Hell I could end up in.
If I’ve learned anything from this story and from YA in general, it’s that sympathy is a very easy thing to feel when you have someone’s best interest at heart.
Reading is a form of training for living.
This earth, and the mystical rules that govern it, do not care about how much you love someone, how much they love you, how long you’ve been together, and how much more time you’re meant to have. In one instant, everything that has ever mattered to you can disappear. In one instant, you can disappear.
If the voice imitator cannot use his own voice, then this raises a question about his final reply: Whose voice did he use?
One of the best parts of diving into a good piece of fiction is when you discover a character that truly inspires you and reminds you of the incredible things that humans are capable of.
It was close to my heart because I’ve done things to hurt myself. It sounds cowardly and weak, but I actually almost hurt myself.
“You have to be willing to let your soul die to enter the areas of darkness necessary to pull the large fish swimming in the ocean of the political unconscious.”
Scenes that make you wonder how the hell this book got so popular.
You are not doing the world any favors by sitting and telling its artists how they can and cannot create.