“Reality has no power against a collective delusion,” he said. “Every system is essentially a vast, shared delusion that exists merely because everyone has agreed to believe in it. The whole reason there’s power in such a thing is because most people want to believe in the same thing all those about them seem to believe. And sometimes those delusions are blatant mistruths, but it doesn’t change matters. Some will be outright fooled by their own brains into genuinely embracing a collective mistruth. As long as they are fashionable, and they are in fashion by believing in, people will uphold any falsehood proudly, for doing so makes them belong.”
“You can’t take my sass.
You can’t take my talking.
You can kiss my ass.
And then keep on walking.
Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping.“
“Stories don’t end with the writers, however many started the race.”
“People are only invincible in books,” said Cordelia.
“I think you will find most of the time, not even then,” said Tessa. ” But at least we can always pick up a book and read it anew. Stories offer a thousand fresh starts.”
“Your ridiculous family might be surprised to find that not everything is solved by murder,” Locke calls after me.
“We would be surprised to find that,” I call back.