Memory is slippery. It bends to our understanding of the world, twists to accommodate our prejudices. It is unreliable. Witnesses seldom remember the same things. They identify the wrong people. They give us the details of events that never happened. Memory is slippery, but my memories suddenly feel slipperier.
Holly BlackShe knew she shouldn't feel that way about a monster, but right then, she wanted nothing more than a monster of her very own.
Holly BlackYou really dug your own grave,โ he mutters. โAnd Iโm going to bury you in it.โ โSay that louder,โ I tell him, under my breath. โI dare you.
Holly BlackYeah, the whole family knows. It's no big deal. One night at dinner I said, 'Mom, you know the forbidden love that Spock has for Kirk? Well, me too.' It was easier for her to understand that way.
Holly Black