For future reference: do not underestimate the seductive power of math.
Rachel HartmanHe did not know the truth of me, yet he had perceived something true about me that no one else had ever noticed. And in spite of that—or perhaps because of it—he believed me good, believed me worth taking seriously, and his belief, for one vertigi-nous moment, made me want to be better than I was.
Rachel HartmanI cannot perch among those who think that I am broken.
Rachel HartmanHe was laughing, silently, and then we were both laughing, and then something changed. It was as if I had been watching the world through oiled parchment or smoked glass, which was yanked abruptly away. Everything grew very clear and bright; the music burst forth in majesty; we stood still and the room turned around us; and there was Kiggs, right in the middle of all of it, laughing.
Rachel HartmanThat’s the secret to performance: conviction. The right note played tentatively still misses its mark, but play boldly and no one will question you. If one believes there is truth in art – and I do – then it’s troubling how similar the skill of performing is to lying. Maybe lying is itself a kind of art. I think about that more than I should.
Rachel HartmanSometimes the truth has difficulty breaching the city walls of our beliefs. A lie, dressed in the correct livery, passes through more easily.
Rachel HartmanTags: truth lies lucian-kiggs
We were all monsters and bastards, and we were all beautiful.
Rachel HartmanThe world inside myself is vaster and richer than this paltry plane, peopled with mere galaxies and gods.
Rachel HartmanI became the very air; I was full of stars. I was the soaring spaces between the spires of the cathedral, the solemn breath of chimneys, a whispered prayer upon the winter wind. I was silence,and I was music, one clear transcendent chord rising toward Heaven. I believed, then, that I would have risen bodily into the sky but for the anchor of his hand in my hair and his round soft perfect mouth.
Rachel HartmanI felt lighter when I had finished, and for once emptiness was a sweet relief and a condition to be treasured.
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