Heather Killough-Walden Quotes
“They say you can't stop time, that it is a constant and waits for no one. The're wrong. Time slows when you want it to speed up. It goes too Fast when you're having fun. And it stops. It stops dead in its tracks, when the unthinkable occurs. Time is not neutral, it makes no sence, and it bears no logic. It has nothing to do with nature or fairness or physics. Time is cruel. And its as simple as that.”
“Jennings saw this and held the gun up with his fingers splayed placatingly as if to show her that he wasn’t planning on using it. Not yet, anyway. “I don’t want to hurt you again, Lily,” he told her. “So just make sure you don’t do anything stupid, and I won’t.” At that moment, he reminded her of John Cusack in Grosse Pointe Blank. He acted like he was making a reasonable request. As if there was justification for shooting someone thirty times.”
“They say you can't stop time, that it is a constant and waits for no one. They're wrong. Time slows down when you want it to speed up. It goes too fast when you're having fun. And it stops. It stops, dead in it's tracks, when the unthinkable occurs. Time is not neutral, it makes no sense, and it bears no logic. It has nothing to do with nature or fairness or physics.
Time is cruel.
And it's as simple as that.”
“He knocked again and his smile broadened. “Knock, knock,” he added, at once giving himself away. He was pleased to hear that her heartbeat kicked up another notch. “Let me in?” he requested softly. Then, in a slightly deeper tone filled with amusement, he added, “I won’t bite.” It was what he had said to her outside of her apartment several days ago. It held a lot more meaning now”
“There's a fleeting moment that exists for every individual just before they do something truly life-altering. Its that flash of insight and sanity that stalls your heartbeat and bloo flow - a quick warning - just before you explode and make a fool of yourself. Or that incredible brief instant of clarity you have before you floor the gas pedal and run the red light. It's a split second of self admonishment in which you realise that what you're about to do is wrong, but just as quickly choose to ignore that realisation and do it anyway. It's too fast to catch, too bright to see, utterly gone even before you've blinked and therefore, it does a person absolutely no good at all. And yet, there it is.”
“You called me ‘Fluttershy.’ As in the My Little Pony, ‘Fluttershy?’”
“Oh.” He looked a little taken aback for a second. “Yeah.” He sucked in his lips, pinched them between his teeth, and then shrugged. “What can I say? You’re just like her. You care more about animals than you do your own safety. I’m gonna have to kidnap a rabbit and threaten you with bunnicide unless you come quietly back to the castle with me.”
“What?” Diana felt her eyes go wide.
“You heard me,” he said before he took another long swig and swallowing hard. He lowered the bottle and leaned up against the kitchen counter. “And you know I’m right.”
“About kidnapping a bunny?” She felt bewildered.”
“One thing I have noticed about sensitive souls is that they appear to be fragile. They break down crying at the sight of a dead cat on the side of the road. They can’t stand the thought of killing spiders – and rightly so.” She sat back in her chair. “A sensitive soul steers clear of bad news, depressing movies, and books with sad endings because they feel the pain of the souls suffering these tragedies – they feel it as if it were their own.”
“You’ve been to hell and back. Those scars on your arms are the marks that appear when you suffer so much pain, it literally kills you. Yet you returned. And now your soul has the depth that can only come with dying. You paid the ultimate sacrifice for someone else’s cruelty. Yet you remain here in the world that harmed you so that you can do for others what no one would do for you.”
“Time was a fickle, haughty and punishing entity. Humans thought it to be a constant in the universe. Even as they came to realization after realization that space was not the constant they thought it to be – even as they discovered and un-discovered black holes and dark matter and anti-matter, they continued to believe that time was as they’d always thought it was. But nothing could be farther from the truth. Mortals didn’t realize that when time “seemed to slow down” in the most boring or miserable moments, it was because time had done exactly that. They didn’t know that when it appeared to “fly when you’re having fun,” it was because time had sped up for exactly that reason. Petty and cruel as the day was long. That was time.”
“There were too many wars, too many things people found to fight over. The human race was as diverse as any species he had ever come across, and yet they were the least equipped to deal with that diversity. They simply could not accept differences. Instead, they relied upon those differences to validate their hatred. The result was astronomically, profoundly sad. And he had to deal with it now; it simply could not wait any longer.”
“Dahlia was sure some wise person somewhere must have been quoted as saying that every person has a reason for doing the things they do. By that way of thinking, every criminal is there because of cause and effect. The violent alcoholic was an alcoholic because his father beat him. His father beat him because he was beaten as a child by a crazy mother. The mother who beat him was locked in a school closet for every wrong-doing during the school week and had become a manically anxious sufferer of claustrophobia. The teacher who locked her in a closet had lost her daughter when her daughter wandered off one day after being disciplined and was never seen from again. Every fault blames another, on and on through the generations until you were left with a caveman writing something hurtful on a cave wall in bison blood. The first abusive human. The root of all evil. The source of every wrong-doing the world would see in the countless years to come.”
“There was no such thing as an absence of dysfunction. There was no such thing as a perfect childhood, a spotless familial resume. Every single person on the planet was scarred by something. What made the difference – all the difference in the world – was what they chose to do once they’d been scarred.”