17 Quotes by Tara Sim

Hopeless creatures, the lot of you.

He punched the wall over and over until his knuckles split and bled. Until he could convince himself the tears on his face were from pain.

Danny liked to pass the time by imagining what circle of hell was reserved for each passenger of the Prometheus. Xavier was easy, the outer ring of the seventh circle where those violent against property were thrown into a boiling river of blood and fire then shot with arrows by centaurs. At least it provided Danny with pleasant daydreams.

London had been different. Everyone had been constantly moving, their eyes focused elsewhere, pretending no one around them existed.

There are many branches of time reaching from your bodies—I can see them attached to one another. Humans call it fate, but it’s nothing so poetic as that. It’s simply time. Time, and the decisions you make as it passes, which in turn make history. When one decision becomes impossible, the thread snaps, leaving you fewer and fewer choices.

The clock chimed five. It sounded almost celebratory as they stood there, hands clasped between them like the meeting of continents. Colton’s mouth was soft and warm, sunlight on silk. Danny was swallowing light. It dived down inside of him until he imagined it bursting out of every pore.

To tea, without which I would likely be dead.

I understand, a little, what it’s like.” She paused, her breath hanging before her in the cold. “People knowing something about you that’s invisible. The way they look at you, as if they can see it if they stare hard enough.

Two o’clock was missing.