Thomm Quackenbush, Artificial Gods Quotes

He relented to the kiss and gave of himself what she required, his lips parting in symmetry with hers until the moment of realization collapsed.

Summer flings always seemed amazing in movies, though that might be because the leading man did not ever call his romantic interest "dude.

It was as though he had secrets, and he wanted you to know he would keep them for the pleasure of depriving you of their taste.

All this electromagnetic pollution in the air from the Internet and cell phones, it cuts you off from God.

Mythology was littered with people who meddled in the affairs of elves and fairies and were never again heard from.

Once everyone thought you were crazy, they ignored you even when you told the truth.

That these people are wandering around, looking for aliens to justify the emptiness inside them and let them feel special without effort, creeps me out.

You were abducted by space aliens. Of course you want egg rolls.

She wished she had eyes like her sister, huge and bright, constantly straddling the line between terrified child and ingénue.

Take it with a whole shaker of salt, a grain won't be close to enough.

Disbelief is the strongest tool in our arsenal.

The night sky made her feel infinite before she knew the word.

She was not a vegetarian and knew firsthand animals had to die for her delectation, but she never liked to think about it.

Maybe [aliens] have been in our lives a lot longer than we want to admit. People have always seen strange things—elves and fairies—and now we don't. Now we see them, right?

The stars were so simple when she was a kid, a smattering of glowing dust circling the Earth. She did not then know that each was a sun, most considerably more massive than the daylight one she knew.

He seemed like the sort to have a vast arsenal of smirks, shaped over a decade of nonverbal conversation.

She harbored the childhood presumption that the truly scary things could only find her in the night.

She resented a universe that forced her to fabricate cover stories for its more inexplicable vagaries.

We're not mad, " he began, meaning he was. He was always a plural when mad, as though grammatically throwing his lot in with her mother gave him the power of her authority.

Within you, within all human beings, is a seed of greatness that makes their kind quake with fear.

You have to surrender yourself to the experience.

Please do not say magic like you are discussing a bowel movement... Humanity expects the lights, so they are provided.

The stars glittered through the atmosphere, and he thought of the distances that light must take to hit his eye at exactly that moment. Without him here, those photons would have been wasted.

They were once fairies and elves. Now they are creatures from beyond the stars because you no longer believe in anything but humans.

If you get enough people believing one thing, it's like reality bends itself to allow that to exist.

If I can alter my perception of the reality, I can change the reality itself.