“I could lie my way out of existence.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“You have to be a great liar to write fiction, a real historical revisionist.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“He played like he wanted to break the piano.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“That was how I wanted to feel: almost out of control.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“Now it was our little joke, signifying nothing.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“I stretched out alongside her and pulled the covers over us. I moved against her and sighed. There. I had one perfect thing in my life.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“Why did I always do the worst things? Why did I always arrange my life so that it was on the brink of collapse?”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“Let’s not live like other people. Let’s not be like other couples.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“He draws people in without even trying. Puts them under a spell. And then he does what he always does—lies or disappears—and you break on the rocks you were too dazed to see.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“We would kiss and say things we didn’t mean. Counterfeit intimacy.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“He’s the golden boy, you see? We always forgive him.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“You can’t see the real world anymore. Everyone becomes a caricature.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“When would it be my turn to truly know him? Fear answered: Never. You’ll never know him. You can’t hold on to a man like that.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“I’ll be buried in a Presbyterian cemetery. Did you know that? I’m tired enough to go there now.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“When people know you’re an author, they turn into weirdos. I swear.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“I felt such pity for her, and such gratitude, too—because she let me be nobody.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“Brilliant. I’d have a cult following.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“So let them talk. Let the rumors fly.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“I was on top, a rare thing indeed.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“And Seth, who seemed so unwelcome before, now stood clearly in my mind’s eye. Vulnerable. Honest. A casualty of Matt’s game.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“the way people return to a burnt home—not to salvage it, but to wade through the wreckage and suffer.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“He looked beautiful, and fallen, like Lucifer.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“The heart always knows what the mind refuses to accept.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“She was alive in her anger, her eyes illuminated, her body electric. She gave no ground, took no excuses.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“You don’t see the difference between fiction and reality. Everything is your story.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“Great. They fucked with my punctuation?” “Pam says you’re overly fond of semicolons.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“I don’t want to be the sun in your sky,” she continued. “Do you get what I mean? I’m happy being the moon.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
“She would fear the public, with its vulgar curiosity and sickening sense of entitlement.”
― M. Pierce, quote from Last Light
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“Some games are fun even when you lose. Even when you know you're going to lose before you start. It's fun just playing them.”
― Nevil Shute, quote from On the Beach
“Shhh Kelsey. I'm here. I'm not leaving you priya. Hush now. Mein aapka raksha karunga. I will watch over you priyatama.”
― Colleen Houck, quote from Tiger's Curse
“Nature, who has played so many queer tricks upon us, making us so unequally of clay and diamonds, of rainbow and granite, and stuffed them into a case, often of the most incongruous, for the poet has a butcher’s face and the butcher a poet’s; nature, who delights in muddle and mystery, so that even now (the first of November, 1927) we know not why we go upstairs, or why we come down again, our most daily movements are like the passage of a ship on an unknown sea, and the sailors at the mast-head ask, pointing their glasses to the horizon: Is there land or is there none? to which, if we are prophets, we make answer “Yes”; if we are truthful we say “No”; nature, who has so much to answer for besides the perhaps unwieldy length of this sentence, has further complicated her task and added to our confusion by providing not only a perfect ragbag of odds and ends within us—a piece of a policeman’s trousers lying cheek by jowl with Queen Alexandra’s wedding veil—but has contrived that the whole assortment shall be lightly stitched together by a single thread. Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle in and out, up and down, hither and thither. We know not what comes next, or what follows after. Thus, the most ordinary movement in the world, such as sitting down at a table and pulling the inkstand towards one, may agitate a thousand odd, disconnected fragments, now bright, now dim, hanging and bobbing and dipping and flaunting, like the underlinen of a family of fourteen on a line in a gale of wind. Instead of being a single, downright, bluff piece of work of which no man need feel ashamed, our commonest deeds are set about with a fluttering and flickering of wings, a rising and falling of lights.”
― Virginia Woolf, quote from Orlando
“Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after-loss:
Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scoped this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purposed overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite
But in the onset come; so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune's might,
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.”
― William Shakespeare, quote from Shakespeare's Sonnets
“The man who sees me in everything
and everything within me
will not be lost to me, nor
will I ever be lost to him.
He who is rooted in oneness
realizes that I am
in every being; wherever
he goes, he remains in me.
When he sees all being as equal
in suffering or in joy
because they are like himself,
that man has grown perfect in yoga.”
― Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa, quote from The Bhagavad Gita
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