Quotes From "The Girl With All The Gifts" By M.R. Carey

Melanie thinks: when your dreams come true, your true has moved. You've already stopped being the person who had the dreams, so it feels more like a weird echo of something that already happened to you a long time ago. M.R. Carey

Even the air seems to have a smell - earthy and rich and complicated, made out of things living nd things dying and things long dead. The smell of the world where nothing stops moving, nothing stays the same. M.R. Carey

But the future is uncertain, and he can't get up enough enthusiasm even to masurbate. M.R. Carey

Every adult grew from a kid who beat the odds. But at different times, in different places, the odds have been appallingly steep. M.R. Carey

And one of the reasons why he likes her is because she’s so different from him. She’s as big as four-fifths of five-eighths of fuck all, but she takes no bullshit from anyone. She even talks back to the Sarge, which is like watching a mouse bark at a pitbull. M.R. Carey

In an age of rust, she comes up stainless steel M.R. Carey

She faces him, trying to take a breath that's long and level, trying to pull all the slopping emotions back inside so he won't see them in her face. M.R. Carey

It all comes together inside her, and she can’t begin to explain. “It’s just a pattern, ” she says, feeling bad because it’s a lie. She’s lying to Miss Justineau, who she loves more than anyone in the world. And of course the other part of the feeling, that’s even harder to say, is that they’re each other’s home now. They have to be. M.R. Carey

Melanie understands jealousy. She’s jealous, a little bit, every time Miss Justineau talks to another boy or girl in class. She wants Miss Justineau’s time to belong to her, and the reminders that it doesn’t sting a little, make her heart do a gentle drop and thud in her chest. M.R. Carey

Because the bag is full of colours - starbursts and wheels and whorls of dazzling brightness that are as fine and complex in their structures as the branch is, only much more symmetrical. Flowers. M.R. Carey

Some things become true simply by being spoken. When she said to the little girl “I’m here for you”, the architecture of her mind, her definition of herself, shifted and reconfigured around that statement. She became committed. M.R. Carey

She's in the club. The hopelessly-outnumbered-and-surrounded-by-monsters club. M.R. Carey

No amount of expertly choreographed PR could prevail, in the end, against Armageddon. It strolled over the barricades and took its pleasure. M.R. Carey