Chasing Pages Quotes

Because half less of a bad thing meant there was room for half good.

It's what we do when someone we love dies; blame ourselves. I did it too, Pip. And it took me a long time to work out that it wasn't my fault; sometimes bad things just happen. It was easier after that. I hope you get there quicker.

But sometimes remembering isn't for yourself, sometimes you do it just to make someone else smile.

The people you love weren't algebra: to be calculated, subtracted, or held at arm's length across a decimal point. Victor and josh weren't just three-eights hers, not just forty per cent family, they were fully hers.

A bad idea or a bold idea. And yet, history's greatest minds always advised bold over safe; their words good padding for even the worst ideas."

Her death hit in waves. Not a flood, but water lapping steadily at her ankles. You could drown in two inches of water. Maybe grief was the same.

All spring, they'd broken up slowly, one piece at a time, picking little arguments, making up, making love, then starting the whole cycle all over again.

...That was how love worked, wasn't it? A transference, leaping onto you if you inched close enough.

Memory works that way– like seeing forward and backward at the same time.

You shouldn't tell people the truth because you want to hurt them. You should tell them because they want to know. And I think you want to know now.

There were many ways to be alienated from someone, few to actually belong.

Eventually remembering turned into imagining. How slight the difference was between the two

But soon she became comfortable disappearing. You could say nothing and, in your nothingness, feel free.

Likely does not mean certain. Improbable does not mean impossible.

Important men became martyrs, unimportant ones victims. The important men were given televised funerals, public days of mourning. Their deaths inspired the creation of art and the destruction of cities. But unimportant men were killed to make the point that they were unimportant– that they were not even men–and the world continued on.

They're gonna hate me anyway... Might as well hate me in my big house with all of my nice things.

You could convince anyone you belonged somewhere if you acted like you did."