12 Quotes by Nicole Kornher-Stace

And maybe that's all a ghost is, in the end. Regret, grown legs, gone walking.

If a ghost was a recording of a memory, as some believed, and Wasp pulled back the curtain from the third alcove on the right, she might find the wide-eyed bloody-handed ghost of herself, hugging her knees and shivering, trying to unremember the sound of her little dagger sinking hilt-deep into girlflesh, the day she earned her name.

She was the only one of us who’d rather die her way than live theirs. That was Foster’s discipline

And maybe that’s all a ghost is, in the end. Regret, grown legs, gone walking.

You know how the waypoints work. I don’t. I get it. But if what you were doing was working, I wouldn’t be here. You brought me down here to figure this out, and I’m going to figure it out. If you don’t want to split up, then help me. Or find a chair and sit in it.

If Wasp were writing field notes on herself, they’d read: plans attempted: 1000000 plans succeeded: 0 never learns. better off destroyed.

She was the only one of us who’d rather die her way than live theirs. That was Foster’s discipline.

She kicked the wall. In her semi-ghostly state, she found this profoundly unsatisfying.

Its deadpan and her sarcasm sailed straight on past each other, strangers passing on a dark road in the night.