Over time, the ghosts of things that happened start to turn distant; once they've cut you a couple of million times, their edges blunt on your scar tissue, they wear thin. The ones that slice like razors forever are the ghosts of things that never got the chance to happen.
Tana FrenchYou forget what it was like. You'd swear on your life you never will, but year by year it falls away. How your temperature ran off the mercury, your heart galloped flat-out and never needed to rest, everything was pitched on the edge of shattering glass. How wanting something was like dying of thirst. How your skin was too fine to keep out any of the million things flooding by; every color boiled bright enough to scald you, any second of any day could send you soaring or rip you to bloody shreds.
Tana FrenchThe girls I dream of are the gentle ones, wistful by high windows or singing sweet old songs at a piano, long hair drifting, tender as apple blossom. But a girl who goes into battle beside you and keeps your back is a different thing, a thing to make you shiver. Think of the first time you slept with someone, or the first time you fell in love: that blinding explosion that left you cracking to the fingertips with electricity, initiated and transformed. I tell you that was nothing, nothing at all, beside the power of putting your lives, simply and daily, into each other's hands.
Tana FrenchHere's a little tip for you. If you don't like being called a murderer, don't kill people.
Tana FrenchOur entire society is based on discontent. People wanting more and more and more. Being constantly dissatisfied with their homes, their bodies, their dรฉcor, their clothes, everything โ taking it for granted that thatโs the whole point of life. Never to be satisfied. If you are perfectly happy with what you got, especially if what you got isnโt even all the spectacular then youโre dangerous. Youโre breaking all the rules. Youโre undermining the sacred economy. Youโre challenging every assumption that society is built on.
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