But I'm still thinking about being born on a spaceship, an honest to badness spaceship. Growing up while flying along the stars, able to go wherever you wanted, not stuck on some hateful planet which clearly don't want you. You could go anywhere. If one place didn't suit, you'd find another. Full freedom in all direkshuns. Could there possibly be anything cooler in the whole world than that?
Maybe probably ain't all that comforting a word when it's maybe yer not dying.
Cept for Ben, who I can't describe much further without seeming soft and stupid and like a boy, so I won't, just to say that I never knew my pa, but if you woke up one day and had a choice of picking one from a selecshun, if someone said, here, then, boy, pick who you want, then Ben wouldn't be the worst choice you could make that morning.
Men lie, and they lie to theirselves worst of all.
Cuz how do you know yer alive if you don't hurt?
Noise ain't Truth, Noise is what men want to be true, and there's a difference twixt those two things so big that it could ruddy well kill you if you don't watch out.
Doing what's right should be easy. It shouldn't be just another big mess like everything else.
That's another thing about Noise. Everything that's ever happened to you just keeps right on talking, for ever and ever.
Francia don't look too convinced. I never seen arms so crossed.
That's the thing I'm learning about being thrown out on yer own. Nobody does nothing for you. If you don't change it, it don't get changed.
Girls are small and polite and smiley. They wear dresses and their hair is long and it's pulled into shapes behind their heads or on either side.
The first thing yer find out when yer dog learns to talk is that dogs don't got nothing much to say.
Her accent's funny, different from mine, different from anyone in Prentisstown's. Her lips make different kinds of outlines for the letters, like they're swooping down on them from above, pushing them into shape, telling them what to say. In Prentisstown, everyone talks like they're sneaking up on their words, ready to club them from behind.
The Noise is a man unfiltered, and without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.
I am Todd Hewitt, I think to myself with my eyes closed. I am twelve years and twelve months old. I live in Prentisstown on New World. I will be a man in one month's time exactly.
There ain't nothing good that don't got real bad waiting to follow it.
I just stand there like a doofus wondering just what in the effing blazes is going on.
This is how we are protecting you, by getting you out.
I promised to keep on going but maybe keep on going means coming back first.
Without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.
I take my rucksack and go out the opening where the front door used to be. Manchee gets up from where he's curled and follows me. When I sit down, he recurls by my legs and fall asleep, farting happily and giving a doggy sigh. Simple to be a dog.
You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.
If the world wants you, it's gonna keep on coming till it gets you. And who am I that can fix it? Who am I that can change this if the world wants it so badly? Who am I to stop the end of the world if it keeps on coming?
A knife is only as good as the one who wields it.
Knowledge is dangerous and men lie and the world changes, whether I want it to or not.
And then I hear the terrible, terrible scream that of course is the girl getting caught and that's the choice made, ain't it?
Life equals running and when we stop running maybe that's how we'll know life is finally finished.
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