32 Quotes by Jardine Libaire

There’s a way to resolve chaos and that’s to finish what was started, and every organism knows this emergency plan without being told.

The hollows around her eyes were darkly glamorous, her mouth sullen: she had the beauty of an insomniac.

Elise thinks of Denise’s laugh cracking like thunder over the Turnbull houses, the paprika in her chili, the way her bra cuts into her back, the powdery heat of her body when they’d lie on the bed in the summertime, the afternoon too hot for anything but gossip and game shows. Her mother played with Elise’s hair like it was her own, absentmindedly twirling it as they smoked.

She caught him in his schoolboy mode, polite and dutiful, mailing letters to his grandparents and step-siblings, notes full of nothing written in perfect script. Yet he feels like she caught him so unaware and alone that she saw the other side, the wolf crawling through wreckage, through broken walls, cracked Venetian mirrors, dust, blood, a turned-over rocking horse – the child who doesn’t know it’s own name.

His classes... had committed mutiny. The simplest, most innocent concepts turned overnight into enemies, capable of triggering full system shutdown. Light is not light but energy. A person will never see his own face, just its reflection, or a photograph of it. Brain waves are more active during dreams than waking life. Roses don’t smell beautiful; they smell like ripe fruit, which is good for survival, and so they’re defined as beautiful in our aesthetic beliefs.

Tory smokes, sitting on the floor with her impeccable posture, the gang of disciples around her. A few are straight, two gay, a couple in between, none more beautiful than her, most of them broken, half parasitic and half delightful. She.

A dinner party is the oldest experiment. Trap a bunch of souls in a room. Faces move like painted moons, rising and setting, as talk blows in from the east. The thunk and freckles of a hand slammed down on the table in laughter, the noise of a long night unscrolled like a map. Madeira and Roquefort. Paper towels for napkins. The maroon wall telephone rings: next round of folks on their way!

He remembers noticing his dad’s shadow was shorter than the others, and he had a visceral sense his father was weaker than the rest, and that he was more dangerous as a weak person with a lot of power than a powerful person with a lot of power.

The gravity of any location pulls citizens to its heart, organizing people by abstractly spiritual geography.