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41 " There was the odd suburban thunderbolt, but they were mostly those people who'd found each other; they were golden and bright-lit and funny. Often they seemed in cahoots somehow, like jailbirds who wouldn't leave; they loved us, they liked us, and that was a pretty good trick. "
― Markus Zusak , Bridge of Clay
42 " Clay - who was the quiet one, or the smiler - only turned, one last time, and stared across the sunlit district of statues, crosses, and gravestones. They looked like runners-up trophies.Every last one. "
43 " A family of ramshackle tragedy. A comic book kapow of boys and blood and beasts. We were born for relics like these. "
44 " and I held him, like love, in my arms. "
45 " the moronic nature of fighting it--of killing yourself to survive. "
46 " The dilemma, of course, was the communism. A single great idea. A thousand limits and flaws. Growing up, Penelope never noticed. What child ever does? There was nothing to compare it to. "
47 " He would suffer before he’d belong, unable to show himself easily; a preference for greater hope—to find someone who would know him completely. "
48 " You could see how hard he loved her. His heart was so obliterated, but he found the will to work it. He was tired, so tired, in the porch light. Just bits-and-pieces of a man. "
49 " So much of the dying hurt us. "
50 " Trust the murderer to be unkillable at the one moment he was better off dead. "
51 " you could set your watch to those hoofbeats, too, and your life to the hand of Tommy—as he led the mule fondly home, to the months and the girl to come. "
52 " She was right, you know, Abbey Hanley—she said beautiful—can’t you see it?” Up close she was light but visceral, she could keep you alive with her pleading; the pain in her good-green eyes. “Can’t you see I’ll never leave you, Clay? Can’t you see I’ll never leave?” Clay looked like he might fall then. Carey wrapped him tightly. She just held him and hugged him and whispered to him, and he felt all her bones within her. She smiled and cried and smiled. She said, “Go to The Surrounds. Go on Saturday night.” She kissed him on the neck there, and pressed the words all down. “I’ll never leave you, ever—” and that’s how I like to remember them: "
53 " The proof was all in the hands. "