“Hair in darkness doesn’t feel the way it does in light. In light, you can touch a person’s hair and not feel it at all - you might think you are feeling it, but really you are seeing its color,… — Dara Horn Copy Share Image
The wicked will run to the iron bridge, but it will collapse under their weight. The righteous will cross the paper bridge, and it… — Dara Horn Copy Share Image
“I believe that when people die, they go to the same place as all the people who haven’t yet been born. That’s why it’s… — Dara Horn Copy Share Image
“Ben, everything is going to get better," he heard her say in the void. "Really. It has to get better, because it can't get… — Dara Horn Copy Share Image
And the reward when good people die - her mother paused, swallowed, paused again - the reward when good people die is that they… — Dara Horn Copy Share Image
“There is a moment that has happened over and over again, in every place children have ever slept, on every dark night for the… — Dara Horn Copy Share Image
“Hair in darkness doesn’t feel the way it does in light. In light, you can touch a person’s hair and not feel it at… — Dara Horn Copy Share Image
“School is a terrible place, I have decided. There is nothing good about it except for math class. Everything else is a total waste… — Dara Horn Copy Share Image
Children are often envied for their supposed imaginations, but the truth is that adults imagine things far more than children do. Most adults wander… — Dara Horn Copy Share Image
“She didn’t know exactly when she had first felt the sensation of regret. It was a physical sensation, a shudder that began deep in… — Dara Horn Copy Share Image
“But there is also something inherently shameful in the rescuer-rescued relationship - the humiliation of being reduced to depending on another person for survival… — Dara Horn Copy Share Image
“Do you think I'm deaf?" the deaf beggar asked. "I'm not deaf at all. It's just that it isn't worth hearing a whole world… — Dara Horn Copy Share Image
“His dreams contained no stories at all, but only the hard stones of thoughts: the unimaginably unlikely coincidence of being alive at the same… — Dara Horn Copy Share Image
