Top 100 Cath Crowley Quotes
#1. I want to sit on the other side of the table from him so he doesn't think I'm interested, but there's no room on the other side so I sit as far away from him as I can and try to have an out-of-body experience.
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#2. They can't see me but I can see them. I don't stand because I've been standing all morning. Plus, this is my small protest against Luke and Rose. I can't serve you if I don't exist. Get lost in that existential dilemma.
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#3. If you don't want a generation of robots, fund the arts!
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#4. The course made me think a bit, you know. That we're smart enough to get out of here. We're just too stupid to work out a way.
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#5. I look across at the line of the city. The nights are mean in this place, full of smog that eats the stars. 'Who does feel hope around here?
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#7. She looks at me and at Dave. She looks out the curtain and strums her guitar. "Yeah," she says. "Oh yeah. This I can do.
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#8. You were right. Real is better. The truth is better. It makes you feel kind of stupid, but it's better.
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#9. But I don't believe that the future gives us signs. I think that we look back and read the past with the present in our eyes.
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#10. You can't patch up someone forgetting about you. For the rest of your life you'll always be worrying that they'll forget about you the same way they did before. You'll always know that they'd be a hundred percent fine without you but you wouldn't be a hundred percent fine without them.
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#11. Death is something we shy away from, except in literature or television, when we tend to stare right at it.
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#12. Do many guys ask you out twice?"
"Only the ones with balls.
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#13. And I look at him because he needs to be looked at. He needs to be seen. I hate that he has been on his own for so long painting graffiti moons in the dark keeping quiet about who he really is.
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#14. Sometimes science isn't enough. Sometimes you need the poets.
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#15. You know, Leo's brother's hooking me up with a car when I get my license. I'm making you get in while it's moving.
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#16. Where's the fire, Lucy Dervish?'
In me. Under my skin.
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#17. The ticking inside
On the inside of him there's a wire fence
And past the wire fence is a dog And past the dog are thieves And past the thieves
Is a gang of bad dreams
And past the dreams
If you can get past the dreams Are the things that make him tick Tick, tick, tick
(Page 54).
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#19. I've almost seen him. And Poet, she says, and I want tot say, You have seen him and you didn't want him.
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#20. Second hand books have a way of travelling, sure. But what travels forward can come back.
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#21. We watch her walk into the spotlight she's been been hiding from most of her life. Sure, friendship is all about believing in someone so hard they believe it, too. Sure, it's about trust. But if anyone hurts her tonight, it's about ripping them apart with my bare hands and really enjoying it.
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#22. Why do want to find him so bad?' I ask after a while, but she's not listening. I watch her a bit
longer. 'Why do you want to find him so bad?' I ask again.
She blinks and comes out of her dream. She flicks the band on her wrist. 'I just do.' - Ed Skye
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#24. I am trying to bend the laws of time so I can get here five minutes earlier
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#25. The falls is the only place that's not quiet here. Dave and Luke don't know it, but sometimes I go there on my own. I go to scream. I go to tell the world to get lost under the run of the water. I stand till I'm drowning in something other than this place.
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#26. I didn't tell her what I'd done; I told her he wasn't who I thought he'd be. Mum stroked my hair and said, Sometimes they aren't. Sometimes they make you vomit.
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#27. There was no skin on my voice and she heard the bones in my words.
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#28. Everything in the world's got a voice; most people don't hear hard enough is all. Sunrise sounds like slow chords dripping from my guitar this morning. Sad chords, in B-flat.
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#29. We've got secrets coming out our arses and you want to take them to a clairvoyant?
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#30. No one has anything to get up for. Life's pointless and everyone just gets up anyway. That's how the human race works," she says, and hands me a coffee.
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#31. I can't tell Beth about me being Shadow. She'd get uptight about me doing something she thinks is dangerous."
That's not why you won't tell her. You won't tell her because what's on that wall is what's going on in there." He tapped my head.
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#32. Mum's always hinting I should ask him out, but when a girl finds talking as hard as I do and singing in public even harder, that leaves mime and interpretative dance. Don't get me wrong. I'd be great at both those things, but I don't think Dave's all that into the arts.
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#33. It takes a lot of wanting to get out of a place like this, though. It takes wanting so bad it's all you care about, all you dream about, all you breathe. Some days I think it takes more wanting that I've got.
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#34. Sometimes a memory is a thing that can't be explained using words.
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#35. It's when I'm around some people that my entire vocabulary goes on vacation. Like now, when Dave's walking next to me wearing an old black singlet and board shorts and the tattoo of a bird on his wrist, every single word in my head except "no" and "huh" is lying somewhere on a beack getting a suntan
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#36. It's not like I don't have words in my head. I'm good with words. I'm great. On my own. In the dark. They come flooding. Sometimes I can't sleep I'm swimming in so many words.
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#37. I think back to the night Leo talked to me from the floor, telling me he didn't like sleeping because that's when he dreamt. Telling me because in the dark it felt like we weren't awake, weren't even real.
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#38. We were the only three people awake in a world half asleep and the air felt heavy with maybe.
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#39. I swim off Dad and Grandpa and the memory of Jeremy's party. I swim off that music they played at Mum's funeral. I swim till the ghosts in me are numb.
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#42. To win a little you have to risk something. To win big, you have to risk it all.
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#43. I stopped doubting her predication after she told me I'd be allergic to guava juice, which was something I'd never tried. I drank a liter of it in name of scientific research. Dad called me Big Face for two week.
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#44. You're chattier than you were two years ago. I'm not sure I like it.
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#45. You're funny, which you can't be if you're not smart. Dad says it's harder to make someone laugh than it is to make them smile.
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#46. I like that about art, that what you see is sometimes more about who you are than what's on the wall. I look at this painting and think about how everyone has some secret inside, something sleeping like that yellow bird.
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#47. Well, all girls called Beth are arse grabbers.
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#48. We said it was for art's sake. we said the more people who knew, the more chance the cops'd pick us up. We said it was you and me, no crew.'
Are you I didn'nt say it was to score girls?
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#49. Open skies painted above painted doorways and painted birds skimming across bricks trying to fly away. Little bird, what are you thinking? You come from a can.
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#50. It's a relief to tell Henry, to let everything out - losing Cal, how I failed, how everything feels ruined now. It's a relief to cry and have Henry tell me this is the correct response and to hold out his sleeve. I
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#51. Your idea of romance requires a corset and a time machine.
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#53. They don't wait for something to happen. They wait to happen to something.
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#54. You threw eggs at her head. Odds are she's dumping you anyway.
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#55. You don't have to love someone to have sex with them.'
'I know that,' I say, trying to act like I'm not embarrassed for thinking love and sex are the same thing. I know they're not but I want them to be close enough to at least brush each other as they pass.
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#56. If you treat glass right, it doesn't crack. If you know the properties, you can make things; the color of dusk and night and love. But you can't control people like that and I really, really wish you could. I want the world to be glass.
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#57. This is the problem,' she says.
'With us?'
'With everything. No one's saying what they want.
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#58. It was about friendship, and pink vans, and doing the wrong thing, but still finding redemption in the end.
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#60. I've known Dave so long that I can tell what he's going to do before he does it. I don't want to meet the person who can predict what Luke's about to do; they'd have to be crazier than him.
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#61. Reaming's the only way to get you anywhere.
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#62. You know who Mr. Darcy is?"
"I exist, therefore I know who Mr. Darcy is.
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#63. Art like that doesn't need words. That painting tells you something by pulling you into it and pushing you out and you know what it's saying without words being spoken.
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#64. I'm eclectic,' she said to the HDs once and I could see them trying to work out where she plugged in.
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#65. The past is with me; the present is here. The future is unmapped and changeable. Ours for the imagining: spreading out before us. Sunlight filled, deep blue, and the darkness.
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#66. I made you collapsible. I put you in and raised you with string and made you stay
there with putty.
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#67. The stars are on the inside. They are effing beautiful.
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#68. Kept dreaming of this spot she had on her neck, this tiny country. I wanted to visit, to paint a picture of what I found there, a wall with a road map of her skin.
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#69. Ed? Are you alive?'
'Yes..and that's genuinely surprising
since your bike went over me about
halfway down. You're a very dangerous
girl to date.'
'We're not on a date.
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#70. I don't believe him for a second, but I'm not telling Daisy that Dylan lied because I know what it's like to want a girl that much. To get dragged in the dirt behind her hoping you won't lose your grip.
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#71. I told her yeah, but there was no skin on my voice and she heard the bones in my words like I did. And I knew.
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#73. He looks so stupid that it cancels out my
stupid so I give in and ride and he runs
and gets on the bike after only two tries.
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#74. Some of my most beautiful glass pieces have
cracks running through them and I like them anyway because of the colours.
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#75. I spray the sky fast. Eyes ahead and behind. Looking for cops. Looking for anyone I don't want to be here. Paint sails and the things that kick in my head scream from can to brick. See this, see this. See me emptied onto a wall.
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#77. He's one of the good guys,' she always said.'Just sometimes he's working undercover
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#78. I asked him what it was like to have a dad. He said he didn't think it mattered who you had as long as you had somebody good.
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#79. He smells the same - peppermint and cedar and a hint of old books.
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#80. Mum says when wanting collides with getting, that's the moment of truth. I want to collide. I want to run right into Shadow and let the force spill our thoughts so we can pick each other up and pass each other back like piles of shiny stones.
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#81. I love lying here with you, under the books.
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#82. words do matter. They're not pointless. If they were pointless then they couldn't start revolutions and they wouldn't change history and they wouldn't be the things that you think about every night before you go to sleep. If they were just words we wouldn't listen to songs,
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#83. Her eyes always bothered me when we were kids. They still do. They make mine ache trying to see where they end.
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#84. The music kicks in and maybe the bad times kick out and maybe the world's a little better for them than it was before.
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#85. Everything is what it is. I just wish it were something else.
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#86. Love's like an egg. Break it, and you might still have almost every bit of yolk and white, but there's no way you're getting that back in the shell. And even if you could, there'd be still all the cracks.
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#88. Serial killer aren't creative."
"Watch a little Dexter and get back to me on that.
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#89. I never fell in love with her so I guess the part of the brain that controls love doesn't respond to being called a dick.'
'For your sake, I'm hoping no part of your brain responds to being called a dick.'
'Fair point.
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#90. These must be the most depressing words in the history of love. I tried really hard to love you.
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#91. People keep calling it an accident. That snake bit me on purpose. I've named it Sneaky. Sneaky had it all planned. I saw its face.
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#92. Luce,' she says, 'I don't want my diary entry tomorrow to be: Stayed out all night. Went to prison. I have this urge to go home and watch TV with my parents and be completely boring.
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#93. If Dave Robbie's a song, he's written in major chords.
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#94. Ed gives him a dirty look. Leo grins. Dylan twitches. It feels like something's going on, I think loudly, and I know that Jazz hears my thought because she gives me her serious look and blows a chewing-gum bubble in my direction.
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#95. It's a different kind of missing. You're trying to remember, and he's trying to forget.
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#96. I come out of the bathroom and the first thing I see is Ed. Okay, it was a long shot, but I was half hoping he would cease to exist while we were gone.
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#97. Asking's the easy bit. Then there's everything that comes after.
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#98. I think she likes post-apocalyptic fiction so much because she's genuinely happy at the thought that the world might end.
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#99. My dad was a magician too. Got in his car and disappeared.
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#100. Were you in love with Emma?" I ask.
"I was hard-core obsessed," he says without thinking about it. "Not in love."
"What's the difference?"
He's about to throw a stone at ta yard light but stops. "Prison," he says, and puts the stone in his pocket.
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