The Glass Spare

I run into fires, not from them.

Death itself is no match for you. The day you were born, it shrank away in fear.

So many girls allow themselves to be bleeding idiots because that's what's expected of them. Dress like a girl. Walk like one. Eat like one. Desire the things a girl should desire, and nothing more - but how can that be called desire, if it's dictated.

Silence was not the absence of presence—it was its own presence

This was the way it had always been between them. The world tried to destroy them, but they kept each other alive.

Everything in the universe was thought to be magic once, before we came to understand it. We thought the stars were magic, but they aren't, are they? They're just hydrogen and helium and light traveling through space.

Perhaps it’s different for girls,” Wil said. “‘ We’re told who we’re meant to be, and we strive to be just that, even if we know it isn’t right. Love is used as a weapon against us. When we don’t do as we’re told, it gets taken away, and when we do, it’s returned again like a treasured doll.

You’re wind, you’re everywhere

As though they were always meant to end up here: this boy who had murdered and stolen, and this girl made of secrets and lies, their cursed hearts pounding.

Still the flowers were unaware of any bloodshed. The blossoms were varying shades of silver and white, like the stars themselves.

The pathophysiology of drowning went like this: two conscious people who slipped underwater would first hold their breath. They would understand that the air existed above the surface and would try to get to it. They would struggle and fight. This would use up the oxygen that was stored in their bodies, rendering them unconscious in thirty to sixty seconds. Even if their hearts stopped beating, the damage done within those sixty seconds would not be irreversible.