“The point of history, the very essence of it as a field of study, is to find correspondences. You look at the past so that you can understand it, and through it you come to a better understanding of your… — M.R. Carey Copy Share Image
“The point of history, the very essence of it as a field of study, is to find correspondences. You look at the past so that you can understand it, and through it you come to a better understanding of your… — M.R. Carey Copy Share Image
“Loyalty is just the wheels on the bus ... meaning that it keeps things moving but it's neutral when it comes to the direction… — M.R. Carey Copy Share
“Pretending not to see would, she believes, take her past some point of no return, past the event horizon of hypocrisy into a black… — M.R. Carey Copy Share
“I love you, Miss Justineau. I’ll be a god or a Titan for you, and save you.” — M.R. Carey Copy Share
“The universe was a badly written soap opera where every plot twist strained credibility just that little bit further.” — M.R. Carey Copy Share
“Some things become true simply by being spoken. When she said to the little girl “I’m here for you”, the architecture of her mind,… — M.R. Carey Copy Share
“fine, dark grey strands. Like plague-flavoured candy floss, Justineau thinks.” — M.R. Carey Copy Share
“This isn’t life. It’s something that’s playing out in its own self-contained subroutine.” — M.R. Carey Copy Share
“She's in the club. The hopelessly-outnumbered-and-surrounded-by-monsters club.” — M.R. Carey Copy Share
“She already misses Miss J, even though they’re still together. She doesn’t think she’ll ever love anyone else quite this much.” — M.R. Carey Copy Share
“It rains on the just and the unjust. Nothing you can do but turn your collar up.” — M.R. Carey Copy Share
“It’s not just Pandora who had that inescapable flaw. It seems like everyone has been built in a way that sometimes makes them do… — M.R. Carey Copy Share
“If he says something that isn’t true, he is bringing uncertainty into the world. He is blinding the people around him to a small… — M.R. Carey Copy Share
