Quotes by Alex London

Being alive and living arent the same.

... but she believed and that was the price of belief. It gave no discounts to friendship (p370)

He took deep breaths. He wanted to sleep. At least in sleeping, he could find a kind of peace. At least in sleeping, he could dream about his dead friends and maybe, until the sun came up, feel like he wasnt all alone.

He wondered if anyone really ever changed, or if stuff just piled on and on, covering up, but never erasing all the different parts. How deep would you have to dig to find who you started out as?

Then he pulled Liam forward and pressed their lips together. The kiss was no longer than a second, but in that second, any walls between them fell. Liams body was Syds body; Syds mind was Liams mind. someones eyelashes tickled and they drew apart

Yes, he wanted to tell Krystof, it will hurt. Even if you dont get sick like them. It will hurt.

They understood what had really held the market together before. Violence. After all, what good was a debt if the creditor couldnt compel it to be paid?

Again, Syd had that feeling, the past as an echo, repeating itself as it faded. The poor had longed for Jubilee to save them from the powerful, and now the one-time patrons longed for the Machine to do the same. Every revolution believes it can return something that had been lost, but nothing is ever the same. The only thing that endures are people. Syd saw that clearly now, and perhaps so too did Marie. You could serve a revolution, an idea that ended up an echo if itself, or you could serve people, with their maddening contradictions. You couldnt serve both. You had to choose.

Amnesia was a soldiers best friend, and luckily, it could be taught. Missing limbs still ache, but missing memories never do.