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We're the ones who arent normal. People are supposed to be like that: obedient, calm, working together. It's us-who can't focus, who can't work together, who can't do the Feeder or Shipper jobs-we're the ones who aren't normal. We're the ones who have to take the mental meds just so we don't go loons.
Beth Revis
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If it's a matter of dying here or dying there, I think I'd like to at least see the world first.
Beth Revis
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I run and run and run. Past the hospital, through the garden, past a pond. And to the cold metal wall. I stop, gulping at the air, my heart racing in my ears. I reach up with one hand and touch the wall. My fingers curl into a fist, but it falls weakly to my side. And that's when I realize there is no where to run. 'But', my heart whispers, 'there is Elder.
Beth Revis
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But death doesn't work like that. It doesn't care if someone loves you, doesn't want you to go. It just takes. It takes and it takes until eventually you have nothing left.
Beth Revis
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Maybe one day the smears of paint Harley left throughout Godspeed will fade, and maybe the stars never will, but i'd rather have Harley's colors.
Beth Revis
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And there is nothing between us but rain. Then there is nothing between us at all.
Beth Revis
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Old people die. It's what they do.
Beth Revis
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More than the sound of my own beating heart, I miss the sound of a ticking clock. Time passes, it must pass, but I have no more assurance of moving through time than I have that I am moving through space. In a way, I’m glad: this means perhaps 300 years and 364 days have passed, and tomorrow I will wake up. Sometimes after a cross-country meet or a long day at school, I’d fall into bed with all my clothes on and be out before I knew it. When I’d finally open my eyes, it would feel like I’d just shut them for a minute, but really, the whole rest of the day and half the night was gone. But. There were other times when I’d collapse onto my mattress, shut my eyes and dream, and it felt like I’d lived a whole lifetime in that dream, but when I woke up, it had only been a few minutes. What if only a year has gone by? What if we haven’t even left yet? That is my greatest fear.
Beth Revis
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She stops speaking, but I can hear her silent sobs. They’re the loudest thing I’ve ever heard.
Beth Revis
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And I try to remember if this happened before, because this is a memory I would want to keep. But there is no echo of it in my mind.
Beth Revis
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Sometimes home is a person.
Beth Revis
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I'd rather have answers than weapons.
Beth Revis
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God, did they know? A year made the world of difference! This was one more year I could be with Jason, one more year I could live! I signed up for three hundred years. . . not three hundred and one!
Beth Revis
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I think death is easier than guilt sometimes.
Beth Revis
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Of everyone on this ship, even the frozen bodies of my parents, Elder's the only one who handed me truth and waited for me to accept it.
Beth Revis
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I lean closer to him, so close I can smell his skin, and when I speak, I can see how the little hairs near his ear move with my breath. "I also want you to know that I won't kill you right away. But that you'll wish I had.
Beth Revis
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Family is never really gone.
Beth Revis
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But how can I be disappointed in space?
Beth Revis
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And here we are, in the middle, surrounded by a sea of stars. A million suns. Any of them could hold a planet. Any of them could hold a home. But all of them are out of reach.
Beth Revis
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I hug my knees, burying my face in my arms. This room feels very large, and I feel very small.
Beth Revis
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The first cause of discord is difference. There is no religion on Godspeed. We all speak the same language. We're all monoethnic. And because we are not different, we don't fight. Remember the Crusades I taught you? The genocides? We will never have to worry about those types of horrific events on Godspeed.
Beth Revis
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Before, if I thought Christmas, I would have remembered my past on Earth and would have succumbed to the aching sadness for a life I can never have again. Now, I can think the word and not feel anything but a dull ache, a phantom pain for a part of my life that’s been amputated.
Beth Revis
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Death is easy, and sudden, and can’t be stopped.
Beth Revis
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Well, sometimes home is a person.
Beth Revis
