30 Quotes by Vikki Wakefield

What if, in an alternate reality, my fatal flaw is actually a superpower? Do I ditch the flaw, or find a new reality?

Throw stones, make waves. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

The street looks like the set of a ghost town in an old western movie, but there are eyes everywhere.

Moments like that, I thought maybe there was a God, a fickle puppet-master who decided it was time to remind us that life isn’t just an echo of the Big Bang – that we’re here, with beating hearts.

I’d missed it – the way the outback lit up in dying light. The stillness, the color. Out there, a quiet moment to yourself could feel like forever, but at the same time you were reminded that your entire life so far was barely a blink.

How nature made its most deadly creatures alluring precisely so they could lure their victims close.

He was looking up at the stars, but not, I think, because they were so close they seemed suspended between earth and space. He was still, not blinking, because his eyes were filling up like that dammed pool and he was trying to hold back his tears. But the water always finds a way through, even when you pile those stones high and deep – eventually it finds a way.

But if I put the logistics aside and focused on what I knew – how I felt – it was hopeless. There was only resignation, and fear. Put the two together and you had a recipe for self-destruction.

If I had known, would I have gone back sooner? If there was an audible reshuffle and click every time my path was altered, some Jumanji-like close-up of a game piece slotting into place, would it have changed our fate? It could have been that moment or a million before it; I’ll never know.