Ali Shaw Quotes

I don't think I could ever be an actual parent," she said. "I'd just be too scared of fucking it up." "Me too. I'm definitely never having any kids.

I don't think I'm going to be a pessimist when I grow up." He chuckled. "I never thought I was going to be one either, when I was your age.

"We're vegetarians," explained Hannah, "did I mention that before?" "Er . . . no," said Adrien, a carnivore's disappointment writ large across his face.

The rain watered the world so heavily that he wondered if it might rinse it away. He did not think he would mind if it did.

Listen, have you ever had one of those nights when you guess how many healthy years you've got left and think, Oh shit, that's not enough?

Work out what you really want from life.

"There's no shame in giving up," said Adrien. "I give up on all sorts of things." He whipped out his hip flask and offered it to her. She drank more than he felt he had been offering.

What good is being in love with a person, if it only binds you to a thousand quiet disappointments, and new problems for every one that you fix?

They're , . . my friends." You said you hated having friends. You said all they did was waste your free time, and cost you money at Christmas.

She worried about [her son, Seb] often, especially when rising waters were mentioned on the news, or the death of a species announced, or noises made about ice caps slipping into oceans. She thought of Seb leaning over his laptop, and what kind of world he was growing himself up in. And when the news brought tales of louder disasters, and to her shame Hannah found them easy to forget in her day-to-day rush, she feared a flood or a tidal wave of heart-stopping magnitude sweeping through the landscapes of Seb's future, and him having simply no idea of how to cope.

She had lost faith in him so gradually that at first he'd hardly even noticed.

Adrien had always considered cider a crude drink, flavoured like a highway underpass. The cider was bitter and salty both, like sea air cheering the senses just as it stung them. He had a lot of thinking to do, and thinking was always less daunting with a glass in hand.

Little things overwhelm you. Sometimes it's as if everything overwhelms you." "You're right," he'd said, wiping tears and rainwater alike from his cheeks. "But in those times the world just seems so damned formidable." "I want to help you, Adrien. But you mustn't give up. You can't wait for the world to be perfect before you start living in it.

He said, "What's the point of being alive if all you do is look at a screen?

"How did you get to be so fearless?" Adrien asked Hiroko. "I mean, I wish I could deal with all this as naturally as you." "My friend Carter used to say that the world keeps no secrets. Look it in the eye if you can. Everything is there to see." "Is that supposed to make it easier?" "You can look away if you want. Lots of people do. You can make up a whole pretend world to look at instead." Adrien hung his head. He supposed that was precisely his own method, although he wasn't sure that his pretend world was any less frightening than the real one.
If there was one thing Adrien Thomas had always known about himself, it was his limitations. It was not, deep down, woodcraft that he had truly sought to learn here. It was how to be a man who wasn't weak, and who was sure of his place in the world.