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[pithia]

There is something beautiful in cruelty and something hateful in artful composition, and he wanted to express both these things.

—from The Power by Naomi Alderman

[pithia]

Even through the numbness and paralysis and dreamy half-sleep the pain sounds like a fire alarm through her body.

—from The Power by Naomi Alderman

[pithia]

Something is dark in [her] that should be lit and glowing; something is open that should be closed.

—from The Power by Naomi Alderman

[pithia]

She has the sense that if she starts to think about it she'll tumble down into the deep, dark water; there's a black ocean waiting for her now, it will always be waiting.

—from The Power by Naomi Alderman

[pithia]

There is a magic in this, in telling what will happen, in saying it with full conviction.

—from The Power by Naomi Alderman

[pithia]

[S]he finds herself thinking quite often, I could kill you for that. It's become a constant low-level hum in her. A thought she comes back to like a smooth stone in her pocket to rub her thumb across. There it is. Death.

—from The Power by Naomi Alderman

[pithia]

It doesn't matter that she shouldn't, that she never would. What matters is that she could, if she wanted. The power to hurt is a kind of wealth.

—from The Power by Naomi Alderman

[pithia]

The camera makes him feel powerful; as if he's there but not there. You do what you like, he thinks to himself, but I'm the one who's going to turn it into something. I'll be the one who tells the story.

—from The Power by Naomi Alderman

[pithia]

Her dad's body is a castle for her. A shelter and a weapon. When he puts his arm around her shoulders she feels a mixture of terror and comfort.

—from The Power by Naomi Alderman

[pithia]

It is only that every day one grows a little, every day something is different, so that in the heaping up of days suddenly a thing that was impossible has become possible.

—from The Power by Naomi Alderman

[pithia]

I like the idea of something greater than us. We destroy things with our curiosity. We shatter with our best intentions.

—from Sever by Lauren DeStefano

[pithia]

Loss is a knowledge I'm sorry to have. Perhaps the only thing worse that experiencing it is watching it replay anew in someone else—all its awful stages picking up like a chorus that has to be sung.

—from Sever by Lauren DeStefano

[pithia]

We hope for things we may not get to see, and we hold on with both hands because it's one of the few things that can't be stolen from us.

—from Sever by Lauren DeStefano

[pithia]

Hope, that risky, illustrious thing. It should have gone extinct by now, but we keep it alive.

—from Sever by Lauren DeStefano

[pithia]

He loves his madness the way a bird loves the sky.

—from Sever by Lauren DeStefano

[pithia]

All of that happened long before I was born, and yet here is my life being invaded, broken into shards. I can catch glimpses and glimmers of what used to be, but the pieces will never be put back.

—from Sever by Lauren DeStefano

[pithia]

But I think of him every day. He's not at the front of my thoughts, exactly, but he's like this weight I carry. This echo I hear sometimes when I speak.

—Linden Ashby (Sever by Lauren DeStefano)