37 Quotes About Kusha

Uncertainty—not for food or shelter, but for life. Fear of death. Fear of living alone. He was a child back then. Him and Ruem.“Win your fear, and you’ll evolve.” Their Master’s voice lulls the Monk in his mind.

That’s rude!” Kusha almost shouts. “Breaking privacy is—”“—an offense of manner?” Taha finishes Kusha’s line. “Saw them three years ago.” She shrugs. “You were a bitch back then.”“I … I didn’t talk enough to be a … a bitch.” Kusha holds back eye-rolling. Eye-rolling is rude.“Well. Not-talking-enough equals bitch.”Sometimes, it’s hard not to slap Taha. But such desire is way more than just rude.

In seven years, she has achieved her first desire—she learned to speak (in a month), sure. But speaking means nothing if you don’t have voice—the real voice. The voice that never fears. The voice that never doubts. The voice that wins without being loud.

She speaks only 1% of her thoughts.

Even a brain that memorizes books after one reading doesn’t make it fair if you stutter before the High-Grades, if you can’t speak in a world that run with voice, if you can’t master words when they say: the universe began with words.

That it’ll-never-come-again felt so ominous, so striking! If words were measured like temperature, they’d feel as cold as a planet with no sun.

She saw how Kusha correctly guessed the High Auction’s ticket number one digit at a time. If you have a lottery-guessing sister, it’s hard not to feel excited.

Angry about being angry, aren’t you?” Taha smirks, still leaping.

To think she has forfeited her ethics for the Devil’s Book! The only book in the world she sees in her dreams, daydreams, and nightmares. The only book that may have the real secrets of voice instead of boring jargon page after page, tickling your curiosity and giving you the things you already know.