Wonderland Memes

‘If something is going to happen to me, I want to be there’?

'I wanted to be somewhere he had never been. I wanted somewhere where I didn’t have to feel his ghost. But the truth is, it only half-works, you know? Places are places and memories are memories and life is fucking life.'

'I mean, you could die in that life, but you won’t have died before you enter the life because this Midnight Library is not one of ghosts. It is not a library of corpses. It is a library of possibility. And death is the opposite of possibility. Understand?'

Maybe she was just scared of living. But Bertrand Russell had more marriages and affairs than hot dinners, so perhaps he was no one to give advice.

Happy moments can turn into pain, given time.

‘Between life and death there is a library,’ she said. ‘And within that library, the shelves go on for ever. Every book provides a chance to try another life you could have lived. To see how things would be if you had made other choices . . . Would you have done anything different, if you had the chance to undo your regrets?’

The only thing missing was a man in my life, but who needed one of those, anyway? In my brief history with them, they seemed to be far more trouble than they were worth.

She’d told Max she loved him under a beautiful sunset that neither of them could see. The idea was wildly depressing.

She opened her compact and reapplied her lipstick. It was time to move on with her life, and she needed to look good doing it. Dabbing at her eyes with a tissue, she realized that might be the only thing of value she ever learned from her mother.

“Do you want to play a game with me, Quinlan?” She looked unsure of herself but took a deep breath. “Yes.”

“The good guys don’t have monopoly on love.”

The last thing I see before disappearing around the corner is Klay, face down on the floor with his head turned, mouthing the words we’ll find you. The promise in his eyes makes me shiver. But in relief or trepidation? That’s the million-dollar question.

It’s not their first time. And from his eerie silence, he makes it clear that it won’t be the last.

“You’re not going anywhere, Johnny boy. This is the part where you die for what you did to her.”

“I didn’t come to your rescue because I’m your knight in shining armor.” He places me onto my feet, before taking my face between his gloved hands. “I’m the villain, and I want you all to myself.”

Now his white T-shirt is stained with real blood. How festive.

Please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface. Not yet, at least.