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21 " ago—I have witnessed the sublime in the mundane, the things you see every day and fail to understand. Now I believe in the tiger in the grass. "
― , Church of Marvels
22 " Here is what I understand now, what my mother used to tell me all those years ago—I have witnessed the sublime in the mundane, the things you see every day and fail to understand. Now I believe in the tiger in the grass. "
23 " She couldn’t go back home, not ever, not to the people who created her and then reviled what they’d created, who punished her for being the person they had once claimed to love. "
24 " She was fed not by her passion for experience, but by her fury for others. What would she do without their boring conventions? Where "
25 " He surrounded himself with people—loud, boorish, smugly glazed—but it only made him feel more invisible somehow. To be seen but not known was perhaps the loneliest feeling of all. He "
26 " To be seen but not known was perhaps the loneliest feeling of all. He "
27 " we remind them just how extraordinary the ordinary can be. "
28 " Your curiosity, Mrs. Scarlatta had once said, is a dangerous thing. We all need to know our place, or how else would the world go on turning? But "
29 " Sometimes it astonished him to think how easily he could have died—should have died, any number of times—and yet, improbably, he was still alive. Why? He wanted to tell people, to show them somehow, but he didn’t know how to say it. He didn’t have a family, or a gang, or a corner club to welcome him home. He had no allegiance to anyone except himself. When he was in front of a howling, chanting crowd, in spite of the pandemonium, things became very clear—he had a purpose, a responsibility. He had a name, and it was all that he needed. It belonged to no one else but him. Mrs. "