Now you think maybe if she rose up from the dead she would tell you nothing. Not about herself, not about Theo. You would still want to meet her, though. Theo has her inside of himself. Of course you would want to know.
Why paint a bird? Why do anything at all? Not how, because hows are easy—series or sequence, one foot after the other—but existentially why bother, what does it solve?
But they were running and turning their faces up to the sky and feeling the sun on their cheeks like a warm iron; they were taking off their jackets and letting the sun burn their arms.
it kind of feels like they’ve taken something dazzling and precious, put into a sturdy box and locked it to keep it safe. Neither of them realized what they were doing even as it happened- they did it unconsciously, unbeknownst to the others.
Work the full range of a species. It’s always a gamble which way their hearts go. A man like this goes dark. A woman like that goes bright.
I love this all so much.
Who's the person I can really be
If the galaxy believes in me
World remember me now
World remember me now
Watch some TV, I'm asleep by ten
Seven hours and do it all again
World remember me now
World remember me now
You know, at one time, I used to break into pet shops to liberate the canaries. But I decided that was an idea way before its time. Zoos are full, prisons are overflowing. Oh my, how the world still dearly loves a cage.
I'm a genius, i'm a, a prodigy
A demon at maths and science, I'm up for a prize
If you gotta grow up sometime
You have to do it on your own
I don't think I could stand to be stuck
That's the way that things were going
I thought I might
Just write a letter
Anything to stay away
From books and lessons today
Besides, it's part of my induction
Into the literate world
I am a literate girl
When traveling, it’s fun to just get on the next train going anywhere. After all, each new place has its own soul. Its own personality. Its own voice. And I haven’t really been anywhere yet on Earth.
Autumn sped along outside
Trick photography on speed
I was locked inside a room
They made a deal they would control
The simple things like bodies
But I kept my soul
it wasn’t there but it remained, looked like the thing but wasn’t the thing—was a second thing, following a second set of rules—and it was too late: their power over it was no longer absolute.