R. J. Anderson Quotes & Sayings

This is fantastically squalid," said Milo. "We may never get out of here alive. — R. J. Anderson

I hate it when people talk like friendship is less than other kinds of - as though it's some kind of runner-up prize for people who can't have sex. — R. J. Anderson

I realized then that even though I was a tiny speck in an infinite cosmos, a blip on the timeline of eternity, I was not without purpose. — R. J. Anderson

Once upon a time there was a girl who was special. This is not her story. Unless you count the part where I killed her. — R. J. Anderson

I'd hoped at least one of my parents had seen Milo and me standing close together on the sidewalk, still holding hands, as I gazed dreamily up at him and told him that I was going to ship all the bigger transceiver parts to his house. He'd told me OK, but not to overdo it, and could I please get that dopey look off my face before he threw up? So it had been a very special moment, and I was sorry to think that it had been wasted on just the two of us. — R. J. Anderson

So I couldn't talk about the color of three, or whether triangles tasted better than circles, or how playing Bach on my keyboard made fireworks go off in my head, because people would think I was crazy. — R. J. Anderson

Alison,' said Kirk. 'She's new. Hey, want a space?' He nudged out one of the empty chairs with his foot.
'Space,' echoed Sanjay.
'The final frontier,' said Kirk helpfully. 'Or a place to sit, whatever. You gonna join us? — R. J. Anderson

I found her lying naked on the lawn at midnight, can I keep her? — R. J. Anderson

Everybody has a story, Alison," he said. "Everybody has things they need to hide
sometimes even from themselves. — R. J. Anderson

I heard the universe as an oratorio sung by a master choir of stars, accompanied by the orchestra of the planets and the percussion of satellites and moons. The aria they performed was a song to break the heart, full of tragic dissonance and deferred hope, and yet somewhere beneath it all was a piercing refrain of glory, glory, glory. And I sensed that not only the grand movements of the cosmos, but everything that had happened in my life, was a part of that song. Even the hurts that seemed most senseless, the mistakes I would have done anything to erase
nothing could make those things good, but good could still come out of them all the same, and in the end the oratorio would be no less beautiful for it. — R. J. Anderson

I disliked numbers, and they didn't think much of me either. — R. J. Anderson

I don't know how to be anything but pretend," I replied, and it ached in me how true that really was. "But if I could be real, I'd be real for you. — R. J. Anderson

Every time you show your feelings, you apologize. Have you ever had an emotion in your life that you weren't ashamed of? — R. J. Anderson

So I pushed the bitterness down, into the black pit of my stomach along with my regret and my grief and my fear, and I said, I'm fine. May i go now? — R. J. Anderson

His name was spicy and elastic, like cinnamon gum. — R. J. Anderson

I might not be ready to pour out my feelings to the world, but I'd had enough of trying to ignore them. — R. J. Anderson

I'm just a little cold," said Knife, pulling the blanket closer about her shoulders.
Paul wrapped his free arm around her. "It's all right," he said. "I've got you."
"Yes," said Knife, smiling up at him. "You have. — R. J. Anderson

What would happen if you stopped fighting, and gave yourself permission to feel? Not just the good things, but everything? — R. J. Anderson

I caught Faraday's face between my hands and broke off the kiss, breathless.
"I've just thought of something," I said.
"Something we haven't tried."
"There's a lot of things we haven't tried," he said, "but I'm going to refrain from the obvious, and assume you're talking about the wormhole. What is it? — R. J. Anderson

But there were worse things than disappointment, and I'd lived through several of them already. — R. J. Anderson

Dark chocolate, poured over velvet: that was how his voice tasted. I wanted him to follow me around and narrate the rest of my life. — R. J. Anderson

Reluctantly she lifted her eyes to his, and he went on: "I want you to understand this as though I were one of your own people." He drew in a deep breath. "Thank you. Thank you for your friendship. Thank you for my life. — R. J. Anderson

I saw the whole universe laid out before me, a vast shining machine of indescribable beauty and complexity. Its design was too intricate for me to understand, and I knew I could never begin to grasp more than the smallest idea of its purpose. But I sensed that every part of it, from quark to quasar, was unique and - in some mysterious way - significant. — R. J. Anderson

I was six years old, watching my pregnant mother wash the dishes. Cutlery clinked, filling the air with sparkling bursts of colour.
'Do it again!' I begged her, bouncing in my seat.
My mother glanced back at me. 'Do what?'
'Make the stars.'
'Stars?'
It never occurred to me that she couldn't' see what I was seeing. 'The gold ones', I said.
'I don't know what you're talking about.' she replied, and with a child's impatience, I hopped down from my stool to show her.
'Like this,' I said, taking two spoons and clanging them together. Each clink produced another starburst expanding luminous through the air between us.
'You mean,' said my mother slowly, 'the sound makes you think of the stars?'
'No, it makes the stars.. — R. J. Anderson

I looked up, into the muddy hazel eyes of the nicest man I would ever learn to hate. — R. J. Anderson

I sensed that not only the grand movements of the cosmos, but everything that had happened in my life, was a part of that song. Even the hurts that seemed most senseless, the mistakes I would have done anything to erase - nothing could make those things good, but good could still come out of them all the same, and in the end the oratorio would be no less beautiful for it.
I realized then that even though I was a tiny speck in an infinite cosmos, a blip on the timeline of eternity, I was not without purpose. And as long as I had a part in the music of the spheres, even if it was only a single grace note, I was not worthless. Nor was I alone. — R. J. Anderson