The void is my friend.
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Isako won’t do it. Maybe it’s vain, but she doesn’t care; she’s going to die with long hair. It’s impractical, it costs her time and money, but everyone’s got to have personal principles. Her hair is the only thing defying the pace of aging that afflicts the rest of her. It’s still thick and glossy, a black so pure that Tai used to say it was nearly blue. Tai loved her hair. He used to run his hands through it, bury his face in it, stroke it after they made love.
page 84
Autism on my end of the spectrum is like ADHD times a thousand. It’s nearly impossible for me to untangle the many channels in my brain so that I can stay on a single station.
page 7
Resistance, in the Western mind, is not defined by the act itself, that is, defending oneself or one’s community against an oppressive force. Rather, resistance is defined on the basis of its perpetrators.
page 62
“People like that,” Saladin mumbled, “people who have only ever believed that they are superior merely by existing, that they are owed things they did not earn and can take what they want, they will never admit defeat. People like Duarte are incapable of accepting defeat.”
page 109
He snatched the clipboard up, a smile spreading across his face–one of his rare genuine smiles, which chased the mordant glint from his eyes. It was in that moment that I realized two thing: one, I had done magic; and two I was beginning to have feelings for Havelock Renard. I had no idea which was more upsetting and incomprehensible.
page 192