Thoughts, dreams, musings, inspirations, and general ramblings
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
This line encapsulates othe concept of a good kid in a bad city, and it cuts into one of the most moral questions in human existence: Can good come from evil? The best part about the line, as is true of the best poetry, is that it doesn’t answer the question it asks. For Kendrick’s immediate purposes, he’s the flower and the city is the dark room. The question is: Can you trust him?
|The Goddess:||hey I just met you|
|The Goddess:||and this is crazy|
|The Goddess:||but here's Throgmorten|
|The Goddess:||so bring me books maybe|
|The Goddess:||actually you know what just get me the damn books already|
'I can't do magic, sir', Christopher said.
‘So can’t a lot of people. Some are born that way,’ Dr. Pawson bawled. ‘Do better than that, Chant. Show me. Don’t do some magic and let me see.’
Gabriel de Witt told Chrestomanci that Cat was a strange, reserved boy. To which Chrestomanci answered “Really?” in his most sarcastic way.